Anorexia eating disorders
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I am not her
I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders
The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations
The good grades
Top athlete awards
Perfect social status
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
After the apple
she doesn’t eat much.
Not that she did before.
Being a princess
Means being beautiful.
Being beautiful
Killing Me Inside
It was hard to explain why I was distraught
How loving myself was an afterthought
Hard to look at my mom straight in the eye
And act like my eating disorder wasn't killing me inside
Shrinking wrists grow back
Like dread of death after a long remission.
Like moons they wax and wane.
Full figure dwindlling into nothing
into a crescent eerie smile,
and I, silent observer,
When did everyone's problems become mine?
A week before, I was just a friend and not a counselor
I was a kid with a smile and shoulder to offer
Her are eyes are afraid to wander to the mirror
Her body shakes with a sudden tremble and a terror
Her handsfind her waist and pinches the skin
She knows that if she plays this game she may not win
I could say that my life was changed in pre-school
but that would be my mother's story.
I sleep in nothing but a chain
A short, gold chain draped on my neck
It weighs on me, I feel it closing in
Choking me when I am weak
My sister's bones lie beside me
I looked into the mirror
and just what did I see?
A girl who looked inferior.
Oh God, is that me?
My cheeks have sunken in,
my pigment white as snow,
my hair is getting thin,
Why is it so hard for people to see
That all I want is a thinner me
Tons of weight I need to lose
It's my life and I'll do what I choose
Delicious foods I will not eat
Exercising on my bleeding feet
