Random Word: Chronic???

Sherry use to enjoy dinner time like Christmas Mornin

And her mother was mean chef
who knew how
to put the soul
in soul food

I mean she really knew how to put her foot in it!
And though she wasn't from Texas
Sherry always believed that being bigger was better

but one day Sherry confused her tv for mirror
compared her reflection to a Seventeen magazine
and convinced herself that being plus sized
was no longer acceptable

Her mind had become susceptible
to anything that could make her feel
But since then, Sherry has fallen
completely out of touch
with herself

So now,
Sherry regurgitates thoughts of dinner time
like a drunk uncle at family reunions

she burps empty stomachs in break rooms
as if trying to gather laughs
during a high school lunch period

Breakfast is trapped somewhere in her imagination
alongside Sherry's new found popularity
but she just walks around
hand and hand with Delusion
as if this all is a dream

But in reality,
She is a walking
chronic eating disorder
Her lungs breathe starvation
Her stomach growls like jungles
of third world countries
Her face is a wall where we use to
hang smiling portraits
Her hair is chipped paint
Her limbs are corroded pipes

Her body is an abandoned home
that every one is afraid to go near
and guys often take bets
to see who is brave enough to sleep in her overnight

Sherry traded in her SOUL food
for diet pills and skipped meals
but beauty never came to her
in the form of capsule...