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.
thatuserpearl
pearl_
pearl_
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 8:57pm
22nd Apr 2019 8:57pm
I am Tired
1.
The first time I came to know beauty,
Reaching through thin crevices fingers swollen with blood.
Jumping high had proved to be too much
For this frail body.
Beauty came to me in the shape of a face held between the palms of my hands.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
2.
I never thought that after all this fighting,
I would come to realize that
I wasn’t ready to go.
Wasn’t ready to part with the worldly things I called my own.
I fought so hard for perfection
And when the time came to
Be perfect
I found...
The first time I came to know beauty,
Reaching through thin crevices fingers swollen with blood.
Jumping high had proved to be too much
For this frail body.
Beauty came to me in the shape of a face held between the palms of my hands.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
2.
I never thought that after all this fighting,
I would come to realize that
I wasn’t ready to go.
Wasn’t ready to part with the worldly things I called my own.
I fought so hard for perfection
And when the time came to
Be perfect
I found...
#EatingDisorder
#healing
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Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
9th Apr 2019 8:35pm
9th Apr 2019 8:35pm
Rip me open
There are some nights,
When i want to tear off all of my skin,
I imagine being pretty, being more thin.
All bone and no skin,
It's what I wish I was,
I imagine myself small,
Small enough for pretty dresses.
There are some nights when i cry,
i cry so hard that when sobs wrack my body, I feel like I've just died.
In my mind, my body won't ever be fine.
Because in my mind, god didn't do me right.
I want to be all bone and no skin,
Just muscle and all my innards in.
All bone, and No skin.
When i want to tear off all of my skin,
I imagine being pretty, being more thin.
All bone and no skin,
It's what I wish I was,
I imagine myself small,
Small enough for pretty dresses.
There are some nights when i cry,
i cry so hard that when sobs wrack my body, I feel like I've just died.
In my mind, my body won't ever be fine.
Because in my mind, god didn't do me right.
I want to be all bone and no skin,
Just muscle and all my innards in.
All bone, and No skin.
#EatingDisorder
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Matthias_Crossed
Poem Published
11th Mar 2019 8:51pm
11th Mar 2019 8:51pm
Watch me or I won't
Eatting when no one is around
It's more difficult
I almost prefer when people stare
It gives me a reason,
A need to please,
A desire to show them that I'm better
When no one is around,
I have nothing to prove
I have no reason,
No motivation,
No hunger or craving
I just don't eat
So I don't mind when you watch me eat
I prefer it if you did
It's what I need to get better
I want to be better,
So I need you to stare at me
I need you to watch over me
Watch me eat or I won't
I just won't eat
It's more difficult
I almost prefer when people stare
It gives me a reason,
A need to please,
A desire to show them that I'm better
When no one is around,
I have nothing to prove
I have no reason,
No motivation,
No hunger or craving
I just don't eat
So I don't mind when you watch me eat
I prefer it if you did
It's what I need to get better
I want to be better,
So I need you to stare at me
I need you to watch over me
Watch me eat or I won't
I just won't eat
#depression
#food
#illness #EatingDisorder
#illness #EatingDisorder
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lucky13
Poem Published
12th Jan 2019 5:30am
12th Jan 2019 5:30am
Stranger in the Mirror
I think today,
I hate myself,
Even more than yesterday.
I stepped on the scale,
Looking for more to loathe.
The number was too high,
So I stuck my finger down my throat.
I stand in front of the mirror,
The person reflected is not me.
I see my stretch marks,
My greasy hair,
My crooked nose,
My stubby legs,
But I do not see me.
Because this reflection,
This person,
This version of myself,
Is hollow.
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
And decide to smile,
To...
I hate myself,
Even more than yesterday.
I stepped on the scale,
Looking for more to loathe.
The number was too high,
So I stuck my finger down my throat.
I stand in front of the mirror,
The person reflected is not me.
I see my stretch marks,
My greasy hair,
My crooked nose,
My stubby legs,
But I do not see me.
Because this reflection,
This person,
This version of myself,
Is hollow.
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow,
And decide to smile,
To...
#anxiety
#depression
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 1:44am
9th Jan 2019 1:44am
Michel Lotito: The Man Who Ate An Airplane And Everything Else
He was a Frenchman and certainly not from Arlington.
But in his lifetime he ate about nine tons of metal.
He never swallowed an anvil whole.
He had better table manners.
He had trouble digesting bananas and hard boiled eggs.
So he had to avoid these.
Certainly he had to stay away from the apple.
Had he lived in St. Louis he would have attacked the Arch.
But being in France he ate only a taste of the Eiffel Tower.
Be assured he set himself aglow after consuming six chandeliers.
The anarchy of his life...
But in his lifetime he ate about nine tons of metal.
He never swallowed an anvil whole.
He had better table manners.
He had trouble digesting bananas and hard boiled eggs.
So he had to avoid these.
Certainly he had to stay away from the apple.
Had he lived in St. Louis he would have attacked the Arch.
But being in France he ate only a taste of the Eiffel Tower.
Be assured he set himself aglow after consuming six chandeliers.
The anarchy of his life...
#EatingDisorder
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manicwhirlwind
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 10:23pm
26th Dec 2018 10:23pm
poem by a recovering anorexic
Warning:
contains 72mg/100ml caffeine
not suitable for pregnant women,
children, infants,
or hollow-girls with empty stomachs
the heart feels funny
you can’t possibly think
of swallowing.
imagine invisible calories
running down your throat
liquid poison
rotting in your stomach
lingering taste of guilt
on your tongue
bones disappearing
they’re gone! they’re gone!
fleshy flesh everywhere:
am i now
that fat girl
sitting next you
on the underground?
think i don’t know ...
contains 72mg/100ml caffeine
not suitable for pregnant women,
children, infants,
or hollow-girls with empty stomachs
the heart feels funny
you can’t possibly think
of swallowing.
imagine invisible calories
running down your throat
liquid poison
rotting in your stomach
lingering taste of guilt
on your tongue
bones disappearing
they’re gone! they’re gone!
fleshy flesh everywhere:
am i now
that fat girl
sitting next you
on the underground?
think i don’t know ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
13th Dec 2018 9:02pm
13th Dec 2018 9:02pm
Sonnet for the Sensible Eater
Fizzy sweets and creamy cakes,
red meats fried to give the very sky a stroke,
the angels clogged-up ventricles,
and God a struggled breath.
Bathe my soul in a wire basket,
French fries my down-y quilt.
Make me as fat as Medici, the last
of which would barely leave his bed,
too entertained by boys and food, food, food.
I’ll gorge myself on everything
the sensible despise.
Crispy bacon on white bread,
Battered fish between two jam doughnuts.
Better than sex. Not that a fatty would know.
red meats fried to give the very sky a stroke,
the angels clogged-up ventricles,
and God a struggled breath.
Bathe my soul in a wire basket,
French fries my down-y quilt.
Make me as fat as Medici, the last
of which would barely leave his bed,
too entertained by boys and food, food, food.
I’ll gorge myself on everything
the sensible despise.
Crispy bacon on white bread,
Battered fish between two jam doughnuts.
Better than sex. Not that a fatty would know.
#food
#EatingDisorder
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2 Comments
Matthias_Crossed
Poem Published
24th Nov 2018 5:28am
24th Nov 2018 5:28am
I have no interest
This parasite has taken over.
It controls my very being.
No longer the strong vessel I once was,
yet it still demands more.
more sacrifice,
more pain then I can endure.
I have given it everything.
My food,
My spare time in order to burn off calories that I no longer consume,
My health,
My life.
I have no interest in denying this parasite the things it wants though.
For I would be nowhere without it.
I would not know how to go on.
How am I going on?
I have lost so much weight that my clothes no...
It controls my very being.
No longer the strong vessel I once was,
yet it still demands more.
more sacrifice,
more pain then I can endure.
I have given it everything.
My food,
My spare time in order to burn off calories that I no longer consume,
My health,
My life.
I have no interest in denying this parasite the things it wants though.
For I would be nowhere without it.
I would not know how to go on.
How am I going on?
I have lost so much weight that my clothes no...
#secrets
#death
#EatingDisorder #sacrifice
#EatingDisorder #sacrifice
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exene
Sidney
Sidney
Poem Published
24th Nov 2018 1:59am
24th Nov 2018 1:59am
Steps to Happiness
1.wake up
2.eat
but not too much
don’t be a pig
3.do something
you’re not lazy
4.be with society
they can’t know what you feel
5.go home
6.don’t cry
forget it - cry
these are the steps in a day.
don’t forget to look happy,
or put on the mask so they won’t see
you’re dying
you’re dying
but why won’t anyone help?
“oh she’s just faking”
I’M NOT FAKING
they’re blinded by their own feelings
they don’t know what i feel
no one does
i’m alone ...
2.eat
but not too much
don’t be a pig
3.do something
you’re not lazy
4.be with society
they can’t know what you feel
5.go home
6.don’t cry
forget it - cry
these are the steps in a day.
don’t forget to look happy,
or put on the mask so they won’t see
you’re dying
you’re dying
but why won’t anyone help?
“oh she’s just faking”
I’M NOT FAKING
they’re blinded by their own feelings
they don’t know what i feel
no one does
i’m alone ...
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
#EatingDisorder
#emptiness
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
6th Nov 2018 5:50pm
6th Nov 2018 5:50pm
Talking Glass
be quiet, the glass is talking”
whispering reflection
I’m hungry for the truth
not ready to believe
what the mirror has to say to me
a broken masterpiece
a perfect storm
she told herself she was good enough
the mirror smiled
and told her otherwise
I can’t believe what I see
this human being
withered away
but not yet free
the mirror isn’t listening
maybe I’m the one
who’s dead inside
this mirror isn’t broken
I’m just me
and the mirror laughed
whispering reflection
I’m hungry for the truth
not ready to believe
what the mirror has to say to me
a broken masterpiece
a perfect storm
she told herself she was good enough
the mirror smiled
and told her otherwise
I can’t believe what I see
this human being
withered away
but not yet free
the mirror isn’t listening
maybe I’m the one
who’s dead inside
this mirror isn’t broken
I’m just me
and the mirror laughed
#sadness
#dark
#identity
#SelfReflection
#EatingDisorder
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Duende
Poem Published
28th Sep 2018 1:43pm
28th Sep 2018 1:43pm
My Mistress
can’t let her go
my painkiller
void filler
comforter
& destroyer
food controller
think about her
day and night
addictive bitch
wanna break free
but she won’t let go
Why would she?
for she is me
the need to
control took
control over me
got me under a spell
my painkiller
void filler
comforter
& destroyer
food controller
think about her
day and night
addictive bitch
wanna break free
but she won’t let go
Why would she?
for she is me
the need to
control took
control over me
got me under a spell
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
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34 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 11:28am
31st Aug 2018 11:28am
Deliver Me
the signs of
self destruction
start to show
it takes a toll
on body & soul
skin & bones
it came back
way too strong
despite fear
self doubt
and shame
the need to
deliver this
fragile frame
steadily grows
to feel safe
and small
be able to
finally let go
of control ...
self destruction
start to show
it takes a toll
on body & soul
skin & bones
it came back
way too strong
despite fear
self doubt
and shame
the need to
deliver this
fragile frame
steadily grows
to feel safe
and small
be able to
finally let go
of control ...
#EatingDisorder
#OCD
1075 reads
24 Comments
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