Dizzy.

The world spins.

Ever so slightly.

But I sway and my focus

Is gone

Grey spots

Appear again

Filtering through the images

I see with

My bare eye

I grab onto something sturdy

To steady myself

And I sneak a glance at the mirror

At my fat self

Imperfect self

I shakily step onto the weighing scales

90

Perfect.

But how much longer

Can I bear

Of slow progress

And comments

Not all nice ones

And being imperfect

People say people like me

Don't last on

For too long

And the slip away easily

Too easily

Away from grasp

Or anything

But I believe

I'll stay strong

And reach my goal

Then keep it

Never let it go