She called it control

they said

it was about food

about being thin

but it was never that.

it was about control.

in a world

that spun too fast

she found a stillness

in saying no.

a strange kind of confidence

blooms

when you are starving

and somehow

still winning.

every empty calorie

felt like a victory.

every dizzy step

a dance

on the edge of power.

but control

is a clever thief—

it dressed itself in peace

and left her

with silence

and bones.

you don’t notice

you’re breaking

when the shatter

feels

like strength.