When I stand with the fridge open for way too long

then close it without getting anything,

When I do the same with the pantry,

When I get mad that I’m hungry and you’re not,

I am defeated.

I’ve let the eating disorder win, and you don’t realize what’s going on.

To you, I’m moody,

but if I could tell you what’s going on

you would realize I am stuck inside my head.

When that happens, I need you to say:

“Hey, what if I make this for dinner?”

but sometimes I just need a hug instead.

And I can never figure out which one it is,

so I’d rather just be secretly frustrated.