park jimin knew how it felt to starve.

everyone pushed him to lose the fat and get skinnier, 

so he took their words and made it reality.

he ate all the healthy things he could afford, 

exersise at every point in the day,

and make the feeling of being ugly because of his weight subside; 

although nothing would go away. 

not that tiny bit of stomach he had, 

or the feeling of being insecure. 

it was harder to lose weight than it looks when he was already perfectly healthy.

but, with the constant push to do this and do that, 

he started to feel sick and weak.

his wrists had become thinner, bones showed more, and the life left his skin.

everything people wanted him to do do made him feel worse and look worse:

the little remaining sparkle in his eyes died as did his suffering body. 

he thought eating altogether wasn't enough, 

wasn't enough to impress everyone,

so he stopped with the stupid shakes and vegetables. 

he gave up on stuffing his face to just loose it all;

the process was just draining.

starving himself was much easier and jimin told himself it was for the best. 

he thought about it so much he started to believe it.

believing became easier as school mates cheered him on to not gain anything. 

with his cheekbones becoming more prominent and jaw line showing up sharper, 

people were happy with themselves. 

jimin never noticed the smirks on their faces as he stumbled over their feet,

dimissing it as an accident when bruises littered his light skin. 

it was so easy to break his body,

and even easier to break his heart.

the thoughts of things getting better made his mind go crazy;

tomorrow this tomorrow that.

he'd had so many days in a week to get better and feel happy with himself:

that day never came.

a conclusion settled everything,

to fit in you must never look fatter than anybody else.

and that was a sealed deal park jimin made with himself.