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I am in recovery for Bulimia, and I thought perhaps writing about some of my experiences and emotions might help. Please tell me what you think of this.
FAT
You live on my thighs, You cause my demise, You fill in my skin, And breed when you win.
I refuse to feed you, But you will not give in, You filter through my brain, And make me let you in.
Bread by the mouthful, Cereal by the bowlful, Ice-cream by the tubful, Popcorn by the bucketful.
You infiltrate my purity, I reel in my own jeopardy, Leave me on the edge of sanity, Never again will I let you in me.
I cannot let you in, Not all the way, Stop in my stomach, I can clean you away.
My fingers slide past my lips, Down my tongue, To the back of my throat, I feel you starting to stir.
I wretch you up, up and up, You get closer to my lips, Just a little closer, a little closer, Evacuate the cellar.
For the second time you pass my lips, Carbs by the mouthful, Sugar by the bowlful, Calories by the tubful.
FAT by the stomachful.
10 days of fasting, 100 diet pills, 1000 squats and crunches, Perhaps I can relax, it is all gone now right?
Thank you.
that poem spoke wonders. I myself and bulimic with anorexic tendencies and I am wanting to recover but cant even find myself taking the first step. that poem was beautiful.
I hope more than anything that you recover.
I really like it (:
Hope you could write more , because I enjoyed reading this one ^^
its really good. I think you should continue writing .
