It is raining.
I look down, and see my knees;
This is odd, they aren't hidden.
Why aren't they hidden?
Am I so stupid?
I have been running,
Working, and restricting,
Fighting for this day.
This morning I looked cute.
My denim mini, I looked thinner.
My legs looked stronger, leaner.
But now I see the same legs.
Fatter that ever, jiggling, rubbing together.
And I'm stranded.
I saw progress this morning?
I felt beautiful?
No, illusions, lies, faking it.
I must look terrible, from your grimace.
Why won't you let me cry in the bathroom?
I don't look good, friends, I know this.
Stop lying, let me run. Hide me.
I promise, I'll try again one day:
Maybe I'll be skinny then,
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
