Dear Parents

This poem is about my parents finding out that I was anorexic

When I was younger I ate everything, not diversity but quantity.
5 hot dog in 11 minutes at the age of 8
28 orders of 2 for 99 cents tacos at jack in the box, at 10
4 giant bowls of mac n cheese in one sitting, at 12
But now it's more like 4 bites of my entire meal every day.

Dear parents,
I am not anorexic,
every time I excuse myself from the table, it's not to make myself vomit, it's to keep myself from vomiting.
And I know that doesn't make sense.

I never wanted this.
I don't know why this happened.

Where with a couple bite would cause my stomach to have a frat party, completely destroying their own house.

Where in the middle of the night I would wake up, realizing that I was hungry but scared to eat.

Dear parents,
Please realize I do not choose to be like this. I am not choosing to starve myself to feel beautiful.
I'm choosing painless

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Wow! To suffer a hurt you dont inflict on purpose, and many dont even understand! I love this real heart to heart writing! Im sure your parents will soon understand!

[Sammie Sanchez]

Thank you for the review