Spoiler! :
She sheds it,
like a dog sheds its fur,
scrubbing away
the guilt she feels,
the ugly she sees,
all over her,
like a blemish
simply everywhere.
She ignores the food,
calling to her,
impatient,
incessant.
She doesn't need it,
doesn't deserve it,
she tells herself,
as its scents
waft to her
and beckon,
day and night.
Her friends are watching
the pounds,
sliding away,
slithering slyly,
as if
not to waken
the skin above
or bones beneath.
She smiles meekly
when they ask
if she's okay.
Of course she is:
she always is.
It's a penance
for her sins,
years of ugly,
of selfish,
of mean,
of stupid.
She cannot eat,
cannot,
cannot,
cannot,
she tells herself.
The fat crawls away,
scared by her,
by the beast
she sees in the mirror.
The beast has taken over.
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