Best Eating Disorder Poems

Dip it when you have problems,
Lick fingers as if there are no burdens.
Find myself eating in plates of sorrow,
Chew flesh like there’s no tomorrow.

Fire the aches in a griller,
Roast the angers in a shriller.
Fry everything on the pan,
 I’m a lone stress-eating man.

Feel heaven with...

Continue reading...

I hate the girl in the mirror
so you'll never hear me say that
I'm good enough
I know in my heart that
the number on the scale defines my worth
and that
being thin will make me happy
I refuse to believe that
there is hope
I'm ashamed of my body
no longer can...

Continue reading...

I don’t feel I have the words to describe an eating disorder 
It’s like having mean monsters always waiting around the corner
Once the seed is planted there is no going back
It starts off small with things like not wanting that snack

As the tree starts to...

Continue reading...

Aghast! 

Bulimia causes dizziness, 

Eating fullfils gluttony,

Having induced jutting,

Kindly leaves me no option

Pertaining questions

Relating sickness to 

Untold visions.

Wickedly xeric,

Yearning zinc.

 
Afterwards

Battling courageous,

Downing each fill,  

Gastroenteritis has identified 

justifications kindly

Leaving meals 

No other person questions,

Relishing salads  than unusual varieties. 

Waiting  x-rated 

yummy zakuska's....

Continue reading...

Why can't I eat?
Do I look fat?
I don't want to eat.
Who is the girl I see, 
is that me?
It can't be me.
They say it's me but they can't see,
it hurts, I feel weak.
I think I'll sleep....

Continue reading...

Don’t be afraid of words like thin and fat or slim and large, of discussing shame or diet or weight -
there is nothing wrong with learning and conversation, of mistakes and missteps and change.
Just know that food is neither good nor bad, it’s never a...

Continue reading...

"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester 
mocks in the tomb's chill
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon you'll cease to be."
The mirror's cold reflection, 
a Gorgon's ghastly guise
A marionette of flesh with vacant... 
hollow...
colorless eyes.

The worms, like...

Continue reading...

bowed before you once again
i’m worshipping you 
when i said i wouldn’t 

bent in half
i’m surrendering both my dinner 
and my fears

knelt down before you
my legs tremble 
my hands and chin drip

hunched over you
i am obedient
under your tyrannical rules 

there will be no revolution today...

Continue reading...

I am a porcelain girl with cracked porcelain skin 

I want to be pretty perfect thinthinthin 

Skinny little thighs pretty pink cheeks 

So down my throat my finger goes and up the bad things go 

Nimble little fingers stained with chocolate cake and cherry pie,...

Continue reading...

Eat
Eat
Those words I hate
This isn’t a cry, I just hate the way it taste
as its greasy eyes and melted sun linger over the bun.
A whisper lingers in my ear, spilling hurtful little lies.
Clinics and shrinks tell me I am mental
It is all in your head...

Continue reading...

The Art of Being Empty 
I was baptized in the TV light of The Biggest Loser  
and worshipped a version of myself that I believed 
could go forty days without eating, like Jesus. 
 
I packed my lunchbox with a communion 	
of teeth-whitening strips...

Continue reading...

If you’re reading this, don't tell anyone:
I guess you’d figure that by now I found it. 
There’s something so innocent, yet menacing about the way you move. 
They say there’s no saints without sinners.
I used to be The Catcher in the Rye 
but now, I...

Continue reading...

“Mommy, mommy!” I desperately scream at 4, longing for comfort in her welcoming arms. 
 We are watching a film about the circle of life. The movie showed the sheep at birth all the way to its final stages. Snot puffs out of my young...

Continue reading...

The scale starts to call and I cannot resist; constantly drawn to my biggest fear. 
The painful number that I see, never leaves my mind.
Every day. Every minute. Every second. She never stops - this voice inside my head. 
She speaks to me. She yells...

Continue reading...

when i was younger, a meal out at a restaurant wasn’t a weeks worth of skipping breakfast 
it wasn’t laxatives to make me feel worth something. 
since i was a child, the word fat has been used to shame people. it never hurt me, until...

Continue reading...