It’s calling to me, in the loudest of ways, it’s been like this a while, months made out of days.
I want to pick it up, and let the taste just erupt, but I can’t bring myself to do it, my brain is corrupt.
My bones are protruding, that’s easy to see, this isn’t the woman I thought I’d turn out to be.
My frail fingers, wrapped firmly round my spoon, I bring it closer to my mouth with a great sense of doom.
My lips are a part, awaiting its arrival, I know I need to do it, it’s basic survival.
My arm is trembling, my face is sweating, I know the whole table is silently betting.
Will she eat? Will today be the day? I can almost hear their minds start to say.
I need an excuse, I have to think fast, but all my so called attempts have failed in the past. I’m going to have to do it, to have them think that I’m healing, but my mind is telling me how bad it is, and the thoughts just keeps reeling.
My bottom lip shakes, in anticipation to receive it , but my mind is still finding ways to deceive and have them believe it.
I won’t succumb, you can’t pull me down, it’s me not you that’s wearing the crown.
I won’t hang on your words for validation, I won’t be haunted by your intimidation.
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Comments3
I hope your mind finds some peace
And your body follows
You are beautiful. PERIOD.
Anorexia sure sucks doesn't it WMC..
but it seems you have made a very good attempt at fighting back, just hang in there & never give up... Oh' and write on my friend....
Neville
Your mind will win this battle you have, it may be hard but you have the power to succeed in defeating this awful problem.
Andy
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