Poems About Eating Disorders Seeking Friendly Advice
#EatingDisorder
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 4:18pm
8th Nov 2023 4:18pm
shape shamers
close your eyes...if it offends...
...if you don't wish to see...
...turn a blind eye...the way you do injustice
...it isn't really there...just pretend
live in denial if you must
but stop belittling what doesn't affect you
hating for its own sake
nobody's saying ya gotta date 'em
look to your personal environ
I'm here to tell you...
...it's real
they will troll you
feed foul names & images into your mind
make you feel less than...
...or too much...
{as if we already didn't...}
...it's relentless
...
...if you don't wish to see...
...turn a blind eye...the way you do injustice
...it isn't really there...just pretend
live in denial if you must
but stop belittling what doesn't affect you
hating for its own sake
nobody's saying ya gotta date 'em
look to your personal environ
I'm here to tell you...
...it's real
they will troll you
feed foul names & images into your mind
make you feel less than...
...or too much...
{as if we already didn't...}
...it's relentless
...
#LifeStruggles
#bullying
#EatingDisorder
#acceptance
#hurt
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4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 8:27pm
10th Jun 2023 8:27pm
who is the verse maker
Who is a verse maker
Poetry is an odd art form practised where there are more
poets then writers because everybody, especially when young
has a poem (usually hormonal) that needs expression, some end
up as art teachers and prefer not to speak of their youthful attempts.
Seasoned poets go to poetry meetings, rather like alcoholics go to AA
there is always some new way, to express old truths
some of the old crusty ones run poem magazines and have a firm opinion
on how poetry should be written; the best of them
care more about...
Poetry is an odd art form practised where there are more
poets then writers because everybody, especially when young
has a poem (usually hormonal) that needs expression, some end
up as art teachers and prefer not to speak of their youthful attempts.
Seasoned poets go to poetry meetings, rather like alcoholics go to AA
there is always some new way, to express old truths
some of the old crusty ones run poem magazines and have a firm opinion
on how poetry should be written; the best of them
care more about...
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#disability
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drunkcaterpillar
Poem Published
6th Jun 2023 2:41am
6th Jun 2023 2:41am
Ramblings of a Teenage Girl
I think he hates me
He definitely loves me but I sense a part of his heart sustains an amount of hatred he may not care to acknowledge
I care
I care about a lot of things
Like the ladybugs trapped in my bedroom window or the flowers in the front yard
About the way my hair falls against my face or whether or not the buttons on my jeans match the tone of my jewelry
I care about clean sheets, perfectly stacked sandwiches, smooth calves and soft shoulders - the way he likes them
But I also care about the scars on my arms and my hips and my thighs
I care...
He definitely loves me but I sense a part of his heart sustains an amount of hatred he may not care to acknowledge
I care
I care about a lot of things
Like the ladybugs trapped in my bedroom window or the flowers in the front yard
About the way my hair falls against my face or whether or not the buttons on my jeans match the tone of my jewelry
I care about clean sheets, perfectly stacked sandwiches, smooth calves and soft shoulders - the way he likes them
But I also care about the scars on my arms and my hips and my thighs
I care...
#anxiety
#relationships
#conflict
#SelfHarm
#EatingDisorder
305 reads
4 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
27th Feb 2023 5:49am
27th Feb 2023 5:49am
Cold Scales Don't Care
The room's cold in only the way ceramic tile can be
Its chill creeps from my bare feet all the way up
Similar to frost etching sharp lines on the window
The silence is deafening as I pull off my clothes
Up, down, off and set neatly aside in memorized motions
Closing my eyes as I step on the frigid square
Taking even shivering breathes... in...out...in
Failing to get my ever panicky heart to be quieter
Yet its pounding deafening inside my red ears
I say a silent prayer to whoever listens to mine
Please, let the number be lower than it was...
Its chill creeps from my bare feet all the way up
Similar to frost etching sharp lines on the window
The silence is deafening as I pull off my clothes
Up, down, off and set neatly aside in memorized motions
Closing my eyes as I step on the frigid square
Taking even shivering breathes... in...out...in
Failing to get my ever panicky heart to be quieter
Yet its pounding deafening inside my red ears
I say a silent prayer to whoever listens to mine
Please, let the number be lower than it was...
#anxiety
#shame
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
#despair
326 reads
8 Comments
hurriicaness
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 10:07pm
26th Nov 2022 10:07pm
ana
i hate getting naked because i hate the way i look
i hate doing my hair because it will be thin and brittle anyways\
i'm always cold
and i dont think its the low iron anymore
but if its so bad then why do i still look the way i do
am i not disciplined enough?
i cant even lay on my side without rolling up
like a huge carpet
none of my pants fit anymore
not even the new ones i just bought
there's always the rolls, the extra skin
maybe i want to weigh less so i take up less physical space
the same way i hardly exist in anyones mental...
i hate doing my hair because it will be thin and brittle anyways\
i'm always cold
and i dont think its the low iron anymore
but if its so bad then why do i still look the way i do
am i not disciplined enough?
i cant even lay on my side without rolling up
like a huge carpet
none of my pants fit anymore
not even the new ones i just bought
there's always the rolls, the extra skin
maybe i want to weigh less so i take up less physical space
the same way i hardly exist in anyones mental...
#depression
#confessional
#myself #EatingDisorder
#myself #EatingDisorder
370 reads
1 Comment
ex-periment-626
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 11:27pm
27th Apr 2022 11:27pm
there's no need to read this either
im not really sure how to decribe what im feeling right now. i think i need to split my life into factors. in my relationship i feel defeated. that might be the only word i have. i have done so much wrong and caused so much hurt that im in this constant limbo between "i dont deserve to be treated well" and "i shouldn't be treated like this/talked to this way". and then some things hurt more than you could ever imagine but you never expect to happen and then it does and it slices you. what do you even say to your partner when they say the have no one? i dont think thats something i can ever...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#bipolar
#EatingDisorder
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
17th Mar 2022 12:37pm
17th Mar 2022 12:37pm
Skeletal
i look in the mirror
at my body and think:
"i'm not actually
skinny yet..."
like it's something
i have to get to
a certain point
and then i will be
but i know that
even when i was
105 pounds
after i left john
i still wanted
even then
even more
even less
i still wanted
to be even smaller
i'm never
thin enough
i want my
bones to show
skeletal
like death
instead
i binge eat
myself to sleep
again ...
at my body and think:
"i'm not actually
skinny yet..."
like it's something
i have to get to
a certain point
and then i will be
but i know that
even when i was
105 pounds
after i left john
i still wanted
even then
even more
even less
i still wanted
to be even smaller
i'm never
thin enough
i want my
bones to show
skeletal
like death
instead
i binge eat
myself to sleep
again ...
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#EatingDisorder
#disappointment
#obsession
738 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
4th Mar 2022 6:29pm
4th Mar 2022 6:29pm
Slowburn
I’ve been noticing
How fkn exhausting it is to
Be the particular way that I am
About things being done
The right way
And I’ve
Been wanting
For a life of higher luxury
To pamper myself with status
Adorning myself with
Earthly desires
Filling the
Void
That stares back
I usually do it with music
Rap has been bumping
To my heartbeat and
Keeping me going
While arousing
Me too
Consuming the
Things I can have because
Right now...
How fkn exhausting it is to
Be the particular way that I am
About things being done
The right way
And I’ve
Been wanting
For a life of higher luxury
To pamper myself with status
Adorning myself with
Earthly desires
Filling the
Void
That stares back
I usually do it with music
Rap has been bumping
To my heartbeat and
Keeping me going
While arousing
Me too
Consuming the
Things I can have because
Right now...
#SelfHarm
#insomnia
#OCD
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
458 reads
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nightbirdblue
Poem Published
15th Dec 2021 12:51pm
15th Dec 2021 12:51pm
"Healthy Looking"
lately people
have been saying
that I look healthier
these days
but what they
fail to see
is that it’s like
a slap in the face
I can now hear this
little swissh-swissh
as my thighs graze
each other and chafe
I noticed it first
about a week ago
and felt as though
it was proof
that I am now larger
than ever before
so while you may say
I look healthy these days
all that my head says
is sshame-sshame
I traded nicotine
for a candy IV
gotta keep...
have been saying
that I look healthier
these days
but what they
fail to see
is that it’s like
a slap in the face
I can now hear this
little swissh-swissh
as my thighs graze
each other and chafe
I noticed it first
about a week ago
and felt as though
it was proof
that I am now larger
than ever before
so while you may say
I look healthy these days
all that my head says
is sshame-sshame
I traded nicotine
for a candy IV
gotta keep...
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#PowerOfWords
#EatingDisorder
#SelfWorth
632 reads
14 Comments
Thrashpyr
Thrashpyr13
Thrashpyr13
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 7:56am
20th Oct 2021 7:56am
Back burner
I'm sorry i can't be better. I tried my best and l'll keep trying, but the best version of me Is an off-brand version of you. Growing old is such a fucked up plan. I'l drink my milk until the day i can't. And when that day finally comes my body will shut down. Medicate myself in the meantime, l'll force myself to stay awake well past dawn. and i wouldn't have it any other way. This weight that's on my chest won't up and walk away from me. Add to the list of regrets And i promise l'll get to it eventually.
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#apathy
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1 Comment
JohnWilksLincoln
Poem Published
7th Jul 2021 5:47am
7th Jul 2021 5:47am
Medium Rare
Can you smell what’s in the air?
I bring kids to my backyard, the white people stare.
8 year olds, 9 year olds, babies galore!
They came in pairs, but they’re grouped by four.
I took them fresh right out of their cribs,
Put ‘em on the grill for baby back ribs.
They laid on the slots right above the fire,
Then I blasted the gas to make the temperature higher.
Human burgers on the menu today,
Some say it’s nasty, I think it’s okay!
Mustard, ketchup, pepper, salt,
Some blame me, I say it’s God's fault. ...
I bring kids to my backyard, the white people stare.
8 year olds, 9 year olds, babies galore!
They came in pairs, but they’re grouped by four.
I took them fresh right out of their cribs,
Put ‘em on the grill for baby back ribs.
They laid on the slots right above the fire,
Then I blasted the gas to make the temperature higher.
Human burgers on the menu today,
Some say it’s nasty, I think it’s okay!
Mustard, ketchup, pepper, salt,
Some blame me, I say it’s God's fault. ...
#children
#childhood
#family
#food
#EatingDisorder
129 reads
1 Comment
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
777 reads
1 Comment
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