My Hunger

"You need to eat more"

"You are too thin"

Man, if it was that easy, 

then this disease I would win.

 

I am well aware of my eating disorder

I am well aware my life is not in order

However, 

I do eat.

 

I might not consume the amount of calories that my body needs, 

but it is a process.

Many people congratulated me on my success, 

on

being thinner. 

However the compliments stopped as soon as they saw I wasn't getting better.

Only worse.

 

No one has been helping me. 

I have fought this alone. 

I have made my own doctors appointments, 

even if I begin to tremble while on the phone. 

 

This has shaped my character in a way that is indescribable.

I have found a strength in myself 

A strength that I had put on a shelf 

so long ago.

 

My hunger now

comes with trying to live

go out and see the world

and possibly go jump off a cliff.

 

My hunger now is to live to see the day my sister gets married

instead of allowing myself to be six feet under, buried.

I am well aware of my condition, however 

The people who do nothing to help me are no better.

 

I have slowly began to gain the pounds back

I am getting my life back on track.

The more that life goes on,

I realize I truly did not have much time,

not at all.

 

My hunger to be happy overcomes it all

because I refuse to let this disease 

make me fall. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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