Some days, I do not know how to stop being angry.
I feel accomplished when I go to bed on an empty stomach,
like skinny is worth all the food I leave untouched on my plate.
I have text messages saved all the way back to 2009,
when I didn’t know any better. My skirts are getting shorter.
No one stays, even when you ask them to. Especially if you
ask them to. Last week I found out that my mother threw away
all of my baby teeth. I am too young to be worried about
getting old, but when I found the gray hair, I pulled.