Number

A Number,
What a silly thing to fear. 
But the number on the scale, makes me want to disappear. 
It makes me want to stop eating
And that’s just what I did. 
Yet the number still made me mad
So all those bad thoughts I hid. 

It’s hard to look at myself
and truly be content. 
Cause I see all these skinny girls 
with thousands of compliments in her comments. 

I really do wonder
if the number wasn’t there. 
Would I still stand in front of the mirror
would I see skinny girls and compare. 

If the number vanished
gone out of the blue. 
Would I still suffer
or would I be immune.