She looked at the scale and willed the scale’s numbers to go down.
Her heart pumping hard in her ribbed chest,
Her hands clammy,
Her screaming belly hollow and empty,
Begging for solid nourishment.
Having run for hours the previous day,
Her heart went faint and her legs almost buckled as
Knew that she’d have to run harder today again to get those kilo’s off
And thought about the black coffee and dry toast that she’d have to eat again,
Because in the mirror still wasn’t smiling back at her,
Even though she worked so hard.
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