Calorie counting

To you it's just the slip of your tongue,
"Just a joke" you say,
Just a passing comment,
But like a house of cards,
My body tumbles,
With every word, ever push,
The jeans fit a little looser,
The food starts looking like words,
The sugars starts tasting like guilt,
The braids go thinner,
The blood on my gown unexplained,
And as the clothes fit wearily,
I see the world a little blurrier,
And with every weight check,
I see a little less of the world,
Till i see none at all.