Anorexia Poems | Poems about Eating Disorders
#EatingDisorder
Anorexia poems, poetry about eating disorders like anorexia, bulimia and binge eating. Poems about unhealthy and obsessive relationships with food and weight loss. Poems about mental health issues connected with food, body image and body dysmorphic disorder.
beezkneez
Poem Published
13th Jun 2020 7:05pm
13th Jun 2020 7:05pm
my little game
I started my little game
when I was twelve years old.
It goes a little like this,
everything is controlled.
everyday is the same
constantly dreading a meal,
always calculating calories
trying to achieve the ideal
my curly thick hair
and my glowing skin
both things I gave up
just to be thin
the pounds fell off
and my bones began to show
"only one more pound"
I said ten pounds ago
I picked up new hobbies
I run everyday
in hopes that it lowers
that dreaded number I weigh ...
when I was twelve years old.
It goes a little like this,
everything is controlled.
everyday is the same
constantly dreading a meal,
always calculating calories
trying to achieve the ideal
my curly thick hair
and my glowing skin
both things I gave up
just to be thin
the pounds fell off
and my bones began to show
"only one more pound"
I said ten pounds ago
I picked up new hobbies
I run everyday
in hopes that it lowers
that dreaded number I weigh ...
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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2 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
28th May 2020 00:34am
28th May 2020 00:34am
Ana Mia
#food
#illness
#MentalHealth #EatingDisorder
#MentalHealth #EatingDisorder
44 reads
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ValerieCD92
Poem Published
15th May 2020 12:11pm
15th May 2020 12:11pm
Mrs. Butterworth
When I was younger I had a crush on a girl.
I wish I would have asked her out.
She's dead now.
I wish I would have asked her out.
She's dead now.
#EatingDisorder
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ChemicalRose
Meguana
Meguana
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 3:16pm
22nd Apr 2020 3:16pm
The Binge and the Purge
Completely consumed
Delicious disorder
I consume thee
Like you devour me.
Food is so fulfilling, when all you feel is empty.
But every reaction bears a consequence.
Cough it up now, no need to fuss
Pretend you're searching for diamonds
in your esophagus.
Once again it's over,
and I feel empty and rough
After all that I've done-
Is it ever enough?
Delicious disorder
I consume thee
Like you devour me.
Food is so fulfilling, when all you feel is empty.
But every reaction bears a consequence.
Cough it up now, no need to fuss
Pretend you're searching for diamonds
in your esophagus.
Once again it's over,
and I feel empty and rough
After all that I've done-
Is it ever enough?
#EatingDisorder
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Crazontheinside
Bumped 17th Apr 2020 2:15pm
7th Feb 2020 2:19am
7th Feb 2020 2:19am
Anorexia - Behind the looking Glass
A mastermind in disguised by the sins of shattered glass, luring you in by its reflections, leaving you with painful thoughts, false confidence and shame. Your wasting away as time is coming short, pretty soon all that will be left of you is the remains of your bones.”
she once lit up
like fearless skies,
then she grew up
to her own demise.
Carried burdens
of many storms,
flooded fears
that noone knows.
Ran countless times
but all she found,
Is nowhere to hide
Only one way out
Despite her screams for help
She wastes...
she once lit up
like fearless skies,
then she grew up
to her own demise.
Carried burdens
of many storms,
flooded fears
that noone knows.
Ran countless times
but all she found,
Is nowhere to hide
Only one way out
Despite her screams for help
She wastes...
#depression
#SelfHarm
#illness
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
190 reads
5 Comments
AS_SyringeBlacklon
Alexi Dillon
Alexi Dillon
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 2:30pm
26th Mar 2020 2:30pm
"Dying Alive"
Skin and bones, becoming one/ muscles and limbs, began to ache/-/ desire drains, and so do I/ self will, is a lie/-//
Passions and joy, are gone again/ silent screams, fill the night/-/heart turns cold, from being torn/ soul is drowned, in this storm/-//
Light is fading from my eyes/ my voice grows heavy with silence/ to all the colors I say goodbye/ solid feet no more to dance/-/heart no red to show anymore/ my strength goes away/ no meaning or purpose/ as my story comes to end/-//
Should get help, but cannot move/ for depression, take it's toll/ -/...
Passions and joy, are gone again/ silent screams, fill the night/-/heart turns cold, from being torn/ soul is drowned, in this storm/-//
Light is fading from my eyes/ my voice grows heavy with silence/ to all the colors I say goodbye/ solid feet no more to dance/-/heart no red to show anymore/ my strength goes away/ no meaning or purpose/ as my story comes to end/-//
Should get help, but cannot move/ for depression, take it's toll/ -/...
#depression
#drugs
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
129 reads
3 Comments
thorny-human
Poem Published
4th Feb 2020 7:42pm
4th Feb 2020 7:42pm
Porridge
I remember those mornings with
A warm bowl of porridge
The soft, sweet oats
Warmed my tongue
Sweetened my soul
Oozed down my throat
Filled my stomach.
Now, that saccharine scent
Just makes me bitter
The deceptive oats
Torment my tongue
Muddy my soul
Claw at the walls
Of my throat and stomach.
A warm bowl of porridge
The soft, sweet oats
Warmed my tongue
Sweetened my soul
Oozed down my throat
Filled my stomach.
Now, that saccharine scent
Just makes me bitter
The deceptive oats
Torment my tongue
Muddy my soul
Claw at the walls
Of my throat and stomach.
#food
#illness
#EatingDisorder
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Fallen_Angel_194
FlowerChild
FlowerChild
Poem Published
6th Jan 2020 00:10am
6th Jan 2020 00:10am
My first words
I was six when i learned the most important word ; diet.
D is for Dehydration and vomit stained clothes,
I is for insecurities dressed as cotton balls soaked in mouthwash.
E is for everything I didn't eat
T is for trying to kill myself when I didn't fit into my dress for picture day.
D is for Dehydration and vomit stained clothes,
I is for insecurities dressed as cotton balls soaked in mouthwash.
E is for everything I didn't eat
T is for trying to kill myself when I didn't fit into my dress for picture day.
#EatingDisorder
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Anxiety
Poem Published
5th Dec 2019 4:42am
5th Dec 2019 4:42am
Rabbit hole
I’m sat here drinking and thinking
Which are two bad combinations
Because I can’t stop looking at my body and I can’t stop thinking of how small I used to be
The way my fingers wrapped around my waist like Christmas decorations and now they struggle to hold onto my hips without losing grip
I can’t stand to look at it
And i continuously think of just going back to old habits
It would be so much easier than healthily losing the weight
It would be faster
It’s one of the best highs
I’m lying, I don’t want to invite you into this rabbit hole, I...
Which are two bad combinations
Because I can’t stop looking at my body and I can’t stop thinking of how small I used to be
The way my fingers wrapped around my waist like Christmas decorations and now they struggle to hold onto my hips without losing grip
I can’t stand to look at it
And i continuously think of just going back to old habits
It would be so much easier than healthily losing the weight
It would be faster
It’s one of the best highs
I’m lying, I don’t want to invite you into this rabbit hole, I...
#anger
#EatingDisorder
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Fallen_Angel_194
FlowerChild
FlowerChild
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 5:22am
31st Oct 2019 5:22am
Her bruised bones
What is it like, to be in love with yourself.
When you take showers, do you catch glimpses of yourself,
And smile, as if under a spell?
What is it like, to be inside a body, and find enough strength to call it home.
I'm standing in the bathroom, my hands to my side.
And I'm staring back at myself, and all i can do is cry.
I wish I knew what it was like to love my body, to cherish it like the gods intended.
I wish I didn't keep a scale in my bedroom, or wipe remnants of my food off my sleeve,
I wish I had a body that I wanted, a...
When you take showers, do you catch glimpses of yourself,
And smile, as if under a spell?
What is it like, to be inside a body, and find enough strength to call it home.
I'm standing in the bathroom, my hands to my side.
And I'm staring back at myself, and all i can do is cry.
I wish I knew what it was like to love my body, to cherish it like the gods intended.
I wish I didn't keep a scale in my bedroom, or wipe remnants of my food off my sleeve,
I wish I had a body that I wanted, a...
#EatingDisorder
225 reads
6 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 9:05pm
14th Oct 2019 9:05pm
I ate well for the first time in 4 years
My yes my body .. guess I'm awakening alot.
Battled an eatin disorder I didn't realise I had , for years battling something I never knew was there.
A silent war , a silent mind.
How it all become so loud just trying to make a sound.
Trying to eat , maintain.
It started with school and getting fat , I let go of bullies and ridicule , never did I bother me.
Yet I was defeated by my insecurities.
I don't want this fat on my body , it became an obsession.
I didn't eat . I didn't sleep.
Then...
Battled an eatin disorder I didn't realise I had , for years battling something I never knew was there.
A silent war , a silent mind.
How it all become so loud just trying to make a sound.
Trying to eat , maintain.
It started with school and getting fat , I let go of bullies and ridicule , never did I bother me.
Yet I was defeated by my insecurities.
I don't want this fat on my body , it became an obsession.
I didn't eat . I didn't sleep.
Then...
#EatingDisorder
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javalini
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2019 3:19pm
23rd Jul 2019 3:19pm
The Weight of Bones
Becca was 5'7" and weighed eighty nine pounds.
Almost all of that, it seemed, was the weight of bones,
the muscle having wasted,
the dry, thin skin having drawn drum tight in places, but hanging loose in others.
She evoked images of a lampshade I’d seen in a book about Adolf Eichmann.
A lampshade made of human skin.
Her illness was such that she couldn't see it.
To her she was always almost thin enough.
It was that little roll of flesh there, on her belly.
"See?"
"That's skin," I told her. "You don't have an ounce of fat on you.” ...
Almost all of that, it seemed, was the weight of bones,
the muscle having wasted,
the dry, thin skin having drawn drum tight in places, but hanging loose in others.
She evoked images of a lampshade I’d seen in a book about Adolf Eichmann.
A lampshade made of human skin.
Her illness was such that she couldn't see it.
To her she was always almost thin enough.
It was that little roll of flesh there, on her belly.
"See?"
"That's skin," I told her. "You don't have an ounce of fat on you.” ...
#EatingDisorder
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