I Push the Food Around

I push the food around

Staring, wanting, needing.

Forkfuls of forced bites

Make their way

Down my throat.

 

Simply looking at the food

Makes me want to hurl.

I feel like the calories

Seep into my skin,

Making me so much heavier.

 

I look in the mirror,

See a whale.

Everyone else sees the real me.

I’m sickly thin,

Sharp bones everywhere.

 

The worst part

Is that I enjoy being this way.

I savor every lost pound.

I like the way my body

Looks like a skeleton.

 

I feel fragile, lost

In a world of vicious cycles.

Restrict, binge, purge.

Gain, lose, gain, lose.

Will it ever end?

 

I push the food around

Staring, wanting, needing.

Needing to feel loved,

Beautiful, and wanted.

Knowing I will never get that.

Reviews

[Magic plus the mayhem.]

This is so powerful. I know many people who feel this way everyday. I love how you wrote this. Great write