stuck pebble
Calories.
You fill my heart even when I don’t want you to.
Nobody wants it.
Nobody wants it until they realize it controls your weight
and makes you a “happier” person.
Calories.
They control me, like a remote controls a toy car.
You put the battery in, and the car does exactly what you want.
Now imagine: anorexia is the battery.
Losing weight, bones, not eating, vomiting, calories, fear, kilos…
all become the car.
And you become the one being driven.
Or, to be more honest, commanded by your yet-undiagnosed illness:
anorexia.
golden delta