Poetry: Untitled

poetry***Years ago, as many girls do unfortunately. I struggled with an eating disorder. In a creative writing class, I wrote this piece whilst taking the steps to be happy with myself and finding the true meaning of ‘healthy’***

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Every thought is controlled

Everything consumed is calculated

No matter the truth

In my eyes

It is always excess

Food is the enemy

What is ingested in public

Will leave in private

The feeling of forcing the contents of your stomach out

The remnants of nutrition

Mirror the shattered pieces of your life

The hatred you feel for it

The burning pain of acid means success

Pain is good

It is good to feel something

A reminder of life

Food cannot be a friend

When self-confidence is your greatest enemy

The emptiness you feel in your stomach

Feels right

You deserve to feel empty inside

Hollow

Broken

It is only right you inflict this emptiness

On

Something that you can fill

About Lisa Lunney

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Autumn/Winter lover. She excels at communications and writes for pleasure and profession.
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