I just hate

knowing that in a year I'll just be sooooo skinny like sooo skinny like you won't be able to see me when I turn sideways y'know? Like the wegovy is coursing through my veins and in no time at all, just 12 months, I will be a waif of a woman I will be so small that I will be placed in your pocket and you won't even know I am there. I am in your pocket, in your walls. It is dark. You don't know who is there but you hear me, screaming, screaming the traumas of my mother and my mother's mother. Shrieking in the night like a banshee. You cannot escape the noise, you can never escape the noise. It haunts you to this day even though I am long gone. I am nothing but a memory but you still hear me screaming. You never saw me though, I was never there. Because of Wegovy.