My struggles

How many times must I tell you this
How many times will you not see this

You’re not eating enough
You’re not drinking enough
Do you think it’s equivalent to not being enough?

Mother, see ME, not my body

it didn’t even cross your mind
I see
to ask me why I think
I must lose weight.
Funny though
no one ever told me to.

You now tell me
I look better than before,
Normal, you say.
“A compliment, honey!”
That harms more than pleases.