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.
GabyCamargoMiaw
G
G
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 4:55pm
27th Jan 2022 4:55pm
Demon #2
#food
#addiction
#EatingDisorder
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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
630 reads
14 Comments
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
352 reads
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
434 reads
3 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
552 reads
1 Comment
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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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
980 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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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
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1 Comment
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
21st Jun 2021 4:36am
21st Jun 2021 4:36am
Whole
There are some days when all I want is the kiss of cold water sliding down my throat
Into the empty desert cavern that are my insides.
And I know that deep down I should not want these things anymore, that the girl who drank breakfast, lunch, and dinner was gone forever.
But I think that when I was busy trying to kill us both she held on by my ribcage.
Because there are nights when I think that I am happy, and food goes down so softly
And then she cries out from inside my body that we are no longer hungry,
That we do not deserve the food that is sliding...
Into the empty desert cavern that are my insides.
And I know that deep down I should not want these things anymore, that the girl who drank breakfast, lunch, and dinner was gone forever.
But I think that when I was busy trying to kill us both she held on by my ribcage.
Because there are nights when I think that I am happy, and food goes down so softly
And then she cries out from inside my body that we are no longer hungry,
That we do not deserve the food that is sliding...
#EatingDisorder
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 8:14am
14th Jun 2021 8:14am
In Sickness or Health
I daydream of gum and water
Of rinsing ensure cans to prove that Im eating enough
Back then when people would hug me
They could run their fingers over the bones in my spine
Just by looking at my hands you could count my bones
They would always tell me that I was beautiful
Beautiful for someone so sick that is
But that is no longer the case now is it...
Its hard not to put how I looked in the past on a pedestal
To mentally worship the body that was thin and sick
Not the body that is fat and sick presently
The thin sick girl always seems...
Of rinsing ensure cans to prove that Im eating enough
Back then when people would hug me
They could run their fingers over the bones in my spine
Just by looking at my hands you could count my bones
They would always tell me that I was beautiful
Beautiful for someone so sick that is
But that is no longer the case now is it...
Its hard not to put how I looked in the past on a pedestal
To mentally worship the body that was thin and sick
Not the body that is fat and sick presently
The thin sick girl always seems...
#insomnia
#illness
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
#weakness
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