Thunder Rumbles In My Stomach

I feel faint...
My stomach is empty
It is worth the pain
"Hunger hurts, but starving works"
Surprise, surprise
I'm not the person you thought I was...
I finally cracked...
I can't take it anymore
I'm not losing it fast enough
That day you said you loved her...
I threw up whatever I ate...
I scratched my hand with a safety pin, and it felt so good...
You never thought that I could do this...
"Oh, she's fat, so she can't be like that...
She loves food too much, that fat pig..."
But you're wrong...
I despise food...god, I despise it with my whole being...
I can't let it past my mouth without having that voice screaming at me!
"You're so disgusting! What are you doing!? NO, don't eat it! You pig!!"
You would never have guessed.
It hurts, it's growling
But it reminds me of what I will be someday...
I'll be thin...
I'll be everything she was...
No, I'll be better...I'll be perfect...
You don't realize what you're missing out on...
But you will...as soon as I hit that mark...I'll be beautiful
And you'll regret that you ever let me go

Reviews

[L.A. Swift]

Quick question: Was this intended to be a story or a poem? It's marked as a story but feels more like a poem.
I understand you are probably writing from a personal place, given the info in your About section, and I hope such things are cathartic for you.
There were some decent rhymes in this but also a few lines that felt a bit awkward but they were fewer than the former. My only serious criticism is that I wish there was some more imagery in it. The title I think is a great display of meaningful imagery given the subject matter, I just wish it made it's way into the work more often. Don't be afraid to get messy in there ;).