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It is feeling your heart race when they bring out your food. It is wanting to scream NO when they tell you to start. It is crying because you don't get to choose how you treat your own body. IT is me.
Fat thats what I am Ugly that's what I think when I look into the mirror, that mirror that just looks deeper into my eyes, that sees the hunger that fills them.Searching for the food that will stop the never-ending disorder.Help help that's what m
When I was 13 I wanted to be dead. It was the year I told about the abuse. I finally stood up for six year old me and suddenly I was the bad guy because of it.
”im not hungry” , says the stomachthe stretch of the esophagus is in yoga practice with my stomach lininginstead of dining there is immense thirstoften for fine winewhich feels like kisses past my tonsils
Skinny PrettySkinny PrettyPretty SkinnyThigh Gap PrettyHip Bones PrettyMe, not skinny
Chains Chains clinking metal frozen wrists bound reaching for freedom no key to set me free or strength to uncuff