Scars

I still hear their words in my head

Constantly reminding me

Of his brutal honesty

“If you wanna starve yourself, go ahead,”

“All my friends say you’re too ugly for me.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What do you mean? You are the definition of obese,”

“You look skinnier today,”

“Anorexic much?”

“Huh, you don’t look fat anymore,”
“I wish I could date someone prettier,”

“He deserves better than you,”

“You act like you’re stupid!”

“Stop being such a b****,”

“Can you just stop talking for one second?”

“Shut up, you idiot,”

“You talk way too much,”

No matter how many months have passed

No matter how many years have passed

I still hear their words in my mind

Like scars that will never fade

Constantly reminding me

Of what they taught me to believe

Yesterday I went to a therapist

That asked me for the truth 

Today I received an email

And as I read 

All I can think of

Are his words.

“Anorexic much?”

I guess so.