Food and I have always had a love hate relationship
Sometimes I love it and can't stop myself from eating, even over eating.
It always loves to remind me of how fat it makes me. And I hate it for that.
My relationship with food is like having a partially present parent. They show up when you really really try and you beg and plead, but leave when you need them most. They say they love you and support you but never show it. Their words move mountains while their actions stay still. I want more than anything for this to become steady. Stay for once. Show me its okay to indulge in you and take you in with open arms. Don't make me regret it. But it's been 7 years and that hasn't happened so im starting to lose hope.
I don't know if this is about food or my father, I guess that's for future me to decide.
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Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
