Poems About Eating Disorders Seeking Honest Critique
#EatingDisorder
Grobthedeprokid
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 11:38pm
28th Jun 2022 11:38pm
Mirrors don't lie
I'm an oxymoron,
a hideous hybrid of fat and thin.
How can I look like such a glutton,
if bones are visible through my skin?
How can my ribcage struggle
to escape it's prison and bloom,
when underneath it a vast expanse
of fat takes up so much room?
How can my spine jut out
like a vast jagged mountain range,
if underneath lie these horrible legs,
bulbous and bloated, swollen and strange?
How can my collarbones stand out
like a plateau,
when atop it lies a head with cheeks
like boils ready...
a hideous hybrid of fat and thin.
How can I look like such a glutton,
if bones are visible through my skin?
How can my ribcage struggle
to escape it's prison and bloom,
when underneath it a vast expanse
of fat takes up so much room?
How can my spine jut out
like a vast jagged mountain range,
if underneath lie these horrible legs,
bulbous and bloated, swollen and strange?
How can my collarbones stand out
like a plateau,
when atop it lies a head with cheeks
like boils ready...
#EatingDisorder
#suffering
#emotional
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2 Comments
Swan37
Poem Published
25th Mar 2022 12:07pm
25th Mar 2022 12:07pm
How does one save themselves?
I eat and I feel guilty
then I overeat and feel guiltier still
but I can't seem to stop
I fear my body will rot
I want to be healthy and happy
I want to make good choices for myself
choices I know I should be making
choices I know would make my life better
but I don't have the strength
so I just sit in my room as I write and chew
I am miserable and numb at the same time
I can't make up my mind
it's hard to breathe and I'm dying on the inside
I need saving from myself
then I overeat and feel guiltier still
but I can't seem to stop
I fear my body will rot
I want to be healthy and happy
I want to make good choices for myself
choices I know I should be making
choices I know would make my life better
but I don't have the strength
so I just sit in my room as I write and chew
I am miserable and numb at the same time
I can't make up my mind
it's hard to breathe and I'm dying on the inside
I need saving from myself
#EatingDisorder
#despair
#suffering
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped
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tea_for_bee
Bella C.
Bella C.
Poem Published
24th Mar 2022 1:54am
24th Mar 2022 1:54am
The Suicide of a Gifted Child.
She woke up in the mornings and wiped the mascara from her face.
Start fresh.
She forces makeup to her skin, tissues under her eyes so it doesn’t run.
She lifts something vile to her lips,
She takes a puff.
Be careful they said,
She ignored them and
Breathed in what she was smart enough to know she shouldn’t.
She tried to quit
She couldn’t.
I won’t get addicted,
She said.
She avoids bread.
I won’t get addicted
She said
...
Start fresh.
She forces makeup to her skin, tissues under her eyes so it doesn’t run.
She lifts something vile to her lips,
She takes a puff.
Be careful they said,
She ignored them and
Breathed in what she was smart enough to know she shouldn’t.
She tried to quit
She couldn’t.
I won’t get addicted,
She said.
She avoids bread.
I won’t get addicted
She said
...
#teens
#death
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
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sierraD61
Poem Published
18th Mar 2022 2:55am
18th Mar 2022 2:55am
Ella
As though I were a child in Disneyland
I swore she was a princess
Donning armor of baggy shirts
a crown of red box dye
The knight of the passenger seat,
Behind soft smiles and red eyes
there's a queen in disguise
Beneath thin hands and makeup
A scarred child hides
Can you slay your beast
Or die at its feet?
Stay, Ella
Slay, Ella
I swore she was a princess
Donning armor of baggy shirts
a crown of red box dye
The knight of the passenger seat,
Behind soft smiles and red eyes
there's a queen in disguise
Beneath thin hands and makeup
A scarred child hides
Can you slay your beast
Or die at its feet?
Stay, Ella
Slay, Ella
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder #SelfWorth
#EatingDisorder #SelfWorth
648 reads
4 Comments
sierraD61
Poem Published
18th Mar 2022 2:49am
18th Mar 2022 2:49am
Fallen Angel
her brown eyes glisten
like tear-stained glass
shattered and cracked
there are miles it seems
but only feet between
her truth and me
she’s a fallen angel
her shattered halo
falls to pieces to the ground
they starved your body
they stole your wings
they broke your heart
for the most beautiful girl
a goddess on earth
a diamond in the rough
Stand Tall fallen angel
the world is in your hands
like tear-stained glass
shattered and cracked
there are miles it seems
but only feet between
her truth and me
she’s a fallen angel
her shattered halo
falls to pieces to the ground
they starved your body
they stole your wings
they broke your heart
for the most beautiful girl
a goddess on earth
a diamond in the rough
Stand Tall fallen angel
the world is in your hands
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
#healing
770 reads
2 Comments
GabyCamargoMiaw
G
G
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 4:55pm
27th Jan 2022 4:55pm
Demon #2
#food
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 7:31am
29th Nov 2021 7:31am
Empty VS. Full
There is this emptiness inside of me, that lives inside of my lungs and slithers its way down into my stomach.
I cannot seem to decide which I am afraid of more; being full or always being empty.
I cannot seem to remember a time when I wasn't both.
I remember being the only kid in class to bring jenny craig protein bars for snack,
I remember being so hungry at school that I became dizzy, and I remember my middle school diet of sugar free gum and gatorade.
I think maybe that the emptiness has always been inside of me; lying dormant.
Waiting to suck the life...
I cannot seem to decide which I am afraid of more; being full or always being empty.
I cannot seem to remember a time when I wasn't both.
I remember being the only kid in class to bring jenny craig protein bars for snack,
I remember being so hungry at school that I became dizzy, and I remember my middle school diet of sugar free gum and gatorade.
I think maybe that the emptiness has always been inside of me; lying dormant.
Waiting to suck the life...
#food
#EatingDisorder
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 3:11am
26th Nov 2021 3:11am
Diet pill mondays
All you see is the soft body that is holding my soul, but you do not truly see me for me.
You do not see the bony fingers shoved down red raw vomit coated throats,
Or diet pill infused red bulls for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
You do not see me; You just see the body that I inhabit.
You do not see how hard I have tried to become nonexistent, to become so hollow and empty so that I am finally beautiful like you, like everyone else.
You do not see how I often I compare my body to my little sisters, or how I skip meals until I get dizzy.
You know nothing...
You do not see the bony fingers shoved down red raw vomit coated throats,
Or diet pill infused red bulls for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
You do not see me; You just see the body that I inhabit.
You do not see how hard I have tried to become nonexistent, to become so hollow and empty so that I am finally beautiful like you, like everyone else.
You do not see how I often I compare my body to my little sisters, or how I skip meals until I get dizzy.
You know nothing...
#food
#EatingDisorder
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2 Comments
tea_for_bee
Bella C.
Bella C.
Poem Published
17th Nov 2021 7:31am
17th Nov 2021 7:31am
A Slice of Cake
A slice of cake.
She hasn’t eaten in a while
She refuses with a shy
Bat of her eye
And tells her lies most vile.
Though later she cries
And says her goodbyes
To the pounds
And her thighs
And her genuine smile.
She hasn’t eaten in a while
She refuses with a shy
Bat of her eye
And tells her lies most vile.
Though later she cries
And says her goodbyes
To the pounds
And her thighs
And her genuine smile.
#EatingDisorder
#suffering
497 reads
3 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 4:13am
15th Sep 2021 4:13am
Full
I don't exactly remember when the ache to feel full and the fear of being cold and empty arose, but I do remember how fast the feelings spread, and they spread so fucking fast.
I remember being in the sixth grade, researching jenny craig slim fast diets like pages ripped out of the bible, and portion control wednesday nights while everyone else was eating dinner.
I don't exactly remember when the hungry girl inside of my chest began to carve her chalk outlined escape plan on the inside of my skin, but I do know how badly she wanted out of the barbed wire rib caged prison cell...
I remember being in the sixth grade, researching jenny craig slim fast diets like pages ripped out of the bible, and portion control wednesday nights while everyone else was eating dinner.
I don't exactly remember when the hungry girl inside of my chest began to carve her chalk outlined escape plan on the inside of my skin, but I do know how badly she wanted out of the barbed wire rib caged prison cell...
#hate
#SelfHarm
#food #EatingDisorder
#food #EatingDisorder
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1 Comment
GabyCamargoMiaw
G
G
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 4:47pm
13th Aug 2021 4:47pm
Withdrawal
It's called an addiction but comes like a friend
Any bad feeling will come to an end
Walks you along to a fake solution
Dragging you down to an odd compulsion
It tames the anger, it tames the pain
It soothes your soul when it burns in hell
You feel relieved when it hits your system
Yet you do know it will crush your liver
You like to feel it caressing your throat
But real thing is it will only make it worse
Time goes by slower when you look at the clock
You don't have to face what you want to avoid
When the...
Any bad feeling will come to an end
Walks you along to a fake solution
Dragging you down to an odd compulsion
It tames the anger, it tames the pain
It soothes your soul when it burns in hell
You feel relieved when it hits your system
Yet you do know it will crush your liver
You like to feel it caressing your throat
But real thing is it will only make it worse
Time goes by slower when you look at the clock
You don't have to face what you want to avoid
When the...
#anxiety
#alcohol
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
#vulnerability
1018 reads
2 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
18th Jul 2021 6:31am
18th Jul 2021 6:31am
Empty
There are some nights when food tastes like sit-ups and listerine soaked cotton balls,
And even when my stomach is howling for food, I cannot pretend that I do not enjoy the feeling; the feeling of being utterly empty.
I cannot say that the feeling of ice cold water slipping down in the empty hole of my stomach doesn't feel euphoric, that I don't enjoy feeling my body beg for me in ways that no one but me could satisfy her.
I think that sometime ago it stopped being about my weight, and it turned into needing to be needed; to be the only thing standing between prey and...
And even when my stomach is howling for food, I cannot pretend that I do not enjoy the feeling; the feeling of being utterly empty.
I cannot say that the feeling of ice cold water slipping down in the empty hole of my stomach doesn't feel euphoric, that I don't enjoy feeling my body beg for me in ways that no one but me could satisfy her.
I think that sometime ago it stopped being about my weight, and it turned into needing to be needed; to be the only thing standing between prey and...
#EatingDisorder
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