Not That EasyA Poem by TheConjuringCatEat and live Don’t and die. You make it sound to simple. It’s not like that. Every day is a struggle. Every day is a test. It’s a test of will- Who’s stronger? Me? Or my stomach? I won’t be controlled by such a petty organ. Mind over matter, right? I’m stronger than I am hungry. It’s an art, really- Counting calories, measuring everything. It’s not as simple as not eating. It’s the mentality of the thing. I can list the calories in pretty much Everything I eat in a day. And if I can’t name it off hand, I have it written down. I can tell you everything I’ve put In my mouth today. Can you do that? Thought not. It’s not like you make it sound. Not at all. I can’t just eat anything I want to. Not anymore. I think about everything That’s put on my plate. It’s not a choice. It’s the way my mind works. I can’t help it anymore. For you, it’s a choice. For me, it’s subconscious. It’s not just about eating Or not eating. It’s about control, power, beauty. If I eat that, I have no self-control. My stomach rules me. I fail. And failure is a hard thing to Stomach for a perfectionist like me. “Stomach” haha, funny, huh? When you look at me, You see a pretty, happy, strong girl with friends. You see a thin girl. You see everything I don’t. I see a fat, weak girl. I see a pig, a s**t, a backstabber. What was it you said, again? Eat and live? Or don’t and die? I got news for you, buddy. It ain’t that simple. © 2011 TheConjuringCatReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 28, 2011 Last Updated on December 28, 2011 AuthorTheConjuringCatAsguardAboutThings you should know about me: I was a classical ballet dancer, but was forced to quit because of anorexia. I'm very artsy and love art and music. I'm Christian. I know English, Latin, America.. more..Writing
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