***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
Lisa Loves Words 