Eating Disorder Poems - Poems about Eating Disorder

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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"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 pallid mourners watch me shrink A marionette of organs, cold and pale,...

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growing pains... and so she grew, because that’s what we all do. she reminded herself that her body is her vessel. it does more than just exist for a compliment, for a boy, for a mirror or for a photo. she told herself that her size, and the tightness of her clothes were not indicators of failure. the fullness of her belly, would never determine her worth she found comfort...

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After deciding To skip this one too, Soon enough Her face turned blue. Thinking what damage, Could a skipped meal do? And if one won't, Then so won't two. So she sleeps on this one too. What's a little bit of hunger? Nothing new. But she finds herself in one of her biggest fears, The sound of a siren filling her ears, Red and blue lights blinding her...

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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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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 grow it feeds the monsters more The problem can’t be easily...

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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 lay helpless until noon after kissing the floor every time...

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“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 nostrils like the smoke in grandma’s cigarette. My heart is...

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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 guilty pleasure or even a treat - eat what your body...

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The thought consumes me “Don’t eat” you’ll just get fat All I want is for my stomach to be flat Is that too much to ask? So what if I don't want to eat? It just feels like a task But I’m not one of those people who binge… When I look into the mirror I cringe I hate what I...

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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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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 at me. So hurtful; the words that she says. I...

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regret holds me hostage and the ‘almost’ captivates me. i lose myself in a world of ‘what if’ and drown myself in a harbour of sadness; the only happiness i know is when my stomach is empty; the only pride i feel is a body with no food; no calories means i am clean and...

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