Fasting
I have grown.
inward and outward,
taller and bolder.
I’ve shrunk myself and sucked in all the inches of my body that I can’t seem to change.
I’m hungry and full.
My starving temple stuffing itself with my own religion.
don’t eat till noon.
dont eat till you pray.
dont eat till you get your housework done.
what started as a 16 hour fast turned into a 24
that turned into a broken week of starving hours.
im always hungry.
but not hungry enough to truly change.
I tell myself I don’t want it enough,
and everytime my stomach growls its empty encouragement
I say out loud,
don’t worry, I’m only fasting.