When all she sees is chaos
A diet looks
Like a recipe for peace

At least in her body
At least where she longs for control

And don't we all want peace
At least some small soft lovable peace

So she takes her
Longing
Desire
Fear
Sadness
Puts it on a diet
As if to tame the wild of the world
In her own stomach

She makes her own body
A battle ground for control

She forgets that her body
Is not where the problem lies
That another diet
Will bring more frustration and failure than peace

She forgets that if she just holds her body
With gentleness
It can hold her back
Even in chaos

~Nina Manolson & Ruby Russell