Life of Becka

Confessions of a Dreamer

A Good Day

A Good Day

Ignore the rumble it will not last long
Avoid the kitchen that bastion of temptation
Take a sip of water to quiet the beast within
Run your fingers across your hips.
Run your fingers across your ribs.
Feel the sharp caress of your bones along your fingertips.
The scale is waiting, calling your name
Beseeching you to stand on her all knowing step
Watch the numbers as they descend
Lower and lower, so close yet not quite there.
It is progress, however, slow,
today has been a very good day.


This entry was posted on October 17, 2009 by in Anorexia, My Story and tagged , , , , .


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