My body isn’t a shrine
Nor half as gory as the scene of a horrid crime.
It’s not that abortion clinic
beating hearts put on a foetus pant
It’s not pretty.
I don’t do chocolate box
Not in my city.
This image I have…
of a body in the stocks.
I may look thin. I’m a result of Eating disorders, body image issues & a wasted life on self-destruction.
Well… I’m not dead yet……..
(It’s painful to write about this cos I’m starving my body, mind & soul. I won’t give up!
So I’m going to eat some sushi & smoke a blunt.
I don’t know how much I weigh. I don’t care to or dare to out of fear that I will feed even more into my “issues”.
I don’t look or feel good.
This is me today. Thin & far from happy.
A few selfies to make me feel tons better . (sarcasm alert)
Every day is a chance to start again.
Love your body And don’t strive to look like anyone else. Talk about your emotions. Don’t internalise. You don’t deserve to hurt yourself this way. It is suicide. You may want to die & get close to it. You are here today. Make it count.
I’m out of here.
No masterpiece to find here… just words. It’s how I survive.