Starve

Half the time  I eat normally  Knowing our bodies were meant to function Not to look a certain way  But the other half  I hate my body I need to stop eating I need to work out  I need to lose 100 pounds  I can’t do this  Calories, count them Steps, count them  Weight loss, keep track I start to watch the numbers Going down, down, down I love the feeling of losing  When it’s weight