Control Poem by Hannah Diane Williams
Control
Sometimes I miss starving myself
To the point of shaking and exhaustion.
I miss my heart pounding as
I watched the number on the scale decrease.
I miss putting my fingers around my wrist
And watching them overlap.
I miss the stares and attention
It gave me.
I miss feeling myself get
Smaller every day.
I miss being praised for
The weight I had lost.
I miss feeling in
Control of my own body.
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