Bulimia Poems - Poems about Bulimia

I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror, Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable. I've been told this person is my friend, But its reflection paints a different picture. Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway. A bit ghostly. I trace its outline carefully - A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere - So...

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Colors Blue the color of her eyes That hid the pain The ones that ahead the tears When no one is near The ones that have the glow even When the tears flow Red the color of her lips The ones that hold back the tips The tips that mad her once feel full Now seeps through the tile...

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My stomach wants to be slim, pure, empty, Yet the phrase “dinner is ready!” Never fails to tempt me. Suck it up and puke it out. The porcelain bowl filled to the brim, Every time hunger comes, I begin to feel grim. My body, A battlefield, ravaged with envy. These girls on social media, “God I wish that was me”. I eat these...

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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 and cherry red lipstick. you’re only allowed to donate blood...

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Sometimes healing is messy It is a rollercoaster Ups and downs Sometimes I can handle it Other times I lose control I say I am in recovery for my bulimia But I still struggle I still consider pushing myself that extra hour in the gym I think skipping lunch that day won't hurt I sometimes spend too much time looking at teeth enamel...

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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...

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food isn’t seen as fuel and nourishment, food is seen as guilt and shame your bones wear thin and your hair falls out in clumps you see your ribs when you lift up your shirt and you feel your hipbones stick out whenever your boney fingers are placed on them. your throat is sore from the...

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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 i realised it was supposed to. so when i was...

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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 stop being non-cynical. My mother says to be perfect, you must...

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A little lipstick could not hurt. But she was eight, and refused lunch after it was on. She thought she was "fat" now, and she wanted to be thin. I caught her wearing scarlet nails the Tuesday after the lipstick. Her Daddy thought it was cute. Her grandmother bought an eyelash curler And false eyelashes for her at the...

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1. INCIPIENT the smell of burning body helps me sleep at night i'd rather ignite this spark in my stomach than shove bread down my throat singe this hollow home choke these lungs with bone dry soil so nothing can grow and maybe they brainwashed me or i did it to myself but all of my dreams lead to being skin and...

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I weigh two six and twenty-tons today Fat in unforeseen directions, I make cars cringe, when I frolic and play And I welcome no corrections. Mighty fine in my well-endowed blubber, Sassy pot-like, in my non-chic. Whale-ish me, trice big as my mother. Loud and proud, forgiveness don’t seek, I have earned this fat, every little bit. Come by and see me, if...

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Through smokey eyes, there lies a girl whose innocence begins to materialize To her surprise no one can hear her cries because she's all alone in her masked disguise Don't blame her, blame the world Blame this girl she thought would unfurl But now she's numb and feeling quite dumb Her eyes tear-stained she's coming undone...

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Sin of impulse A moments pleasure To dive for pearls, a far deep treasure of the mind and senses Keep going, can't stop, binge and lose all pretences of self control. Drowning out or off the rails, whatever does it matter when the consequence is the same. Spare me guilt of moments past Of rising...

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Have you ever realised that everything you miss is not all that special or good to begin with? Vomiting away my days, it feels like bulimia. You say you need your own way, like drug-fuelled paranoia. I take advantage of myself; I’m wasting time and what is mine. You know how to pick the best times to hand deliver the worst lines. And now that you’re begging, words...

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