Food, one of the things you need to survive
I watch others enjoy eating, do it like it's nothing
I wonder what it's like, it's easier to eat now
It's still not fun, it doesn't come natural to me
Forcing food down my throat, disgusted
Taste is the only reason I eat, I won't eat if I don't enjoy it
But it's hard when you barely enjoy it, halfway through it's no longer good
Gagging trying to get it down, wanting to be better
Everyday wishing for it to be easier, wanting a normal relationship
Watching the effects of not eating, scaring my friends & family
I've been sick since I was a child, no relationship with food
Food isn't my friend, it's gross
Wanting to gain weight, not wanting to eat
Survival is why I try, survival is also why I avoid it
Control, who else can control what I eat?
I've always been the one that doesn't eat, who am I if I do eat?
If I change, who am I?
Being sick is who I am, being better is who I want to be
Change is hard, How do I fix something that's always been broken?
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Food
Şiira poem about living with an eating disorder & the relationship with food after recovery