I am getting hungry again When will the sharp pains end?
I thought this was something called control
I am like those drawings I like-the ones with thin sketchy lines
When you squint your eyes they disappear

Everyday you'll see less of me

My brother said my ass is fat
How am I supposed to feel about that?
There is a closet to hide in down the hall
Where I'll be safe for a while I'll sing quietly
"Oh, why does my body bother me?"

Everyday you'll see less of me

A feminist theory? A privileged girl disease?
I could drown in clothes with skin too tight to breath
If I was pencil thin would I disappear
If you squinted your eyes at me?

I am very salty these days-a lot of sweat,
A lot of tears and even more running away
I will stay in this closet for now
Sit safely down the hall
Safely quiet Safely small

Until everyday you won't see me