She was always the “skinny one”.
“You’re so skinny”, “You can eat anything”, “I hate you”,
They would say.
Only longing to have what she blindly possessed.
‘Do they truly hate me?’ she would ponder.
Flattered and yet hated.
Then after years of “eating anything”.
Metabolism caught up to her.
She gained but one pound.
Shocked, she felt wrong.
‘This is not me, I’m the “skinny one”’.
Because that was what they had told her.
Corrupted, she went out alone and found a friend,
A friend whose goal was to kill.
But naïve, she plunged.
Starving and craving,
She felt accomplished.
She was back to her old self.
But this friend was out to destroy.
Weak and damaged,
Beautiful but barely functioning.
It’s what she wanted after all.
She was once again envied.
But she wouldn’t notice.