Stepping on the scales
Stopping at feather state
Conclusions its all ridged
Mocking the body’s plate
Time done in white rooms
New visits lengthy then last
Hooked up to toxic fumes
Records of targets harassed
Water to dull the pangs
Counting calories like sheep
Frequent bathroom trips
To aid a good nights sleep
Extra hairs on my arms
Dizzy spells daily
Tight fitting skin
In the mirror I’m shapely
A face growing small for it frame
A voice weak for its claim
A mind in morphed tame
Ears that hear it all
Eyes that fail what they say
A complex to exhaust myself
To bruised points everyday
The problem they say
Is that I aim to be this way.
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Still don't understand anorexia properly; as an insulin dependent diabetic food is too important in the right quantities for me to find much positive in a patient's (I use the term advisedly because it is they in that role i have encountered them) condition, attitudes or whatever.
I'm given to understand it is about control.......... Advice to the poem's subject: Find other ways to control your life - that will require effort for which you need energy...
A solid piece of work there, Cat.
Hey Dave! I think it’s hard to understand anorexia unless you know someone personally who’s been through it or you have yourself. Body dysmorphia is such a powerful illness in this quantity. It actually develops in the high school years for most people, which is when we gain all our habits and self identify etc which is why a lot of people die from it, consumes the young mind. Lack of control is a contribution and a person who strives to be a perfectionist is more likely to develop this eating disorder. Some believe it could be hereditary too.
I'll keep an open (but not vacant ) mind.
Thanks Cat
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