Perhaps I want to..
I want to stop stuffing my mouth with food
To allow the words I swallow tumble out my own truth .
I want my voice not to sound happy
I want it to be happy.
I want to eat meals without guilt.
I don’t want to be overweight.
I want anorexia to stop carving every single slice of edible part until there is nothing but my skeletal soul
Nothing but the debris of littered thoughts
Soiled emotions
Discarded remnants of self love.
I’m screaming
Pleading for just one match to light up my black holed life
The abyss that taunts
Torments
Each moment
Each breath
Every movement
I want to publish a book of my words
One solarity book to place on my bookshelf
I want to feel sexy without thinking that being curvy is criminal.
I want to feel pretty
Confident that I can eat sushi tonight when my daughter has a McDonald’s happy meal.
I’ve scoured the Just Eat.com menu
The thoughts become lairy loud
It becomes easier to take a valium or a drink
Awash myself clean against the accusations
I’m tainted
Impure
My thighs touch
My breasts are disproportionately imperfect
And,
I don’t want to blame it on Some tasteless comment some child made when I was 12 years old.
My collar bones are disappearing
My butt is bigger
Im not disappearing
I’m not smaller
I want a worthwhile exsistance
I want to claim my happiness
Perhaps my words are my winning ticket to recovery .
Perhaps I need to buy enough ink and paper to print off 6 years of documented writings, poems, plays, stories and musings
I want
I want
I want my body to understand what it needs
I need
I need
I need my mind
To understand
What it wants.
Posted on Jun 10, 2022, in POETRY and tagged Beliefs, Creative Writing, Eating Disorders, Emotions, poems, Recovery, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
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The last lines – “I want, I want, I want.” This is what my eating disorder was screaming underneath all the time, I think. Of course, what it really meant was “I need.” And sometimes, “I hurt.” You’re right that this is what we stop from coming out. ❤️️
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Yes, I get what you are saying ( I think ), wouldn’t it be great if our body and our mind could make friends ?!
Thank you so much for reading. I started binging on food a few months ago. An anathema to my previous anorexic behaviours . My cousin suggested that every time I go to binge I write about it whether it’s before , during or after and I tried it last night. I want the next 40 years of my life to be soke5hing more than my illnesses & this feels like a step in the right direction. I feel so blessed that you relate, Ems. Hope you are well?
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Well, arthritis is kicking my ass. But, I’m nearing two years of no throwing up, something I consider a miracle. I’ve also gradually stopped restricting, though coming to terms with the changes to my body are hard – but worthwhile.
I think that as we work on our recovery, and get closer to it, our EDs start to really fuss. I tried to think of them as ED death throes. 😌
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That is great news about your strength in not throwing up. The long term effects if eating disorders are one of those if only we knew then kind of thing. ED death throes? That’s interesting. I found as I get older – my body changes and so does my thinking about where I want to be in terms of my eating disorder. Changing disorderd thoughts is so hard. Yes, the battle of wills- I think it has some thing to do with change and that part of ourselves that wants to accept that to change is inevitable and beyond our limits and the part of our character that cannot emotionally catch up with the idea of change if that makes sense? Time to be kind to ourselves and learn what that truly means xx
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Weekends are a good time to be kind to ourself. Have a lovely one. 💗
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Thank you and you too. I’m having a mother daughter day & I’m having a blast xx
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