Trigger Warning: ED!
I remember a dark time where I disobeyed Ana, and that was the start of my gains. These gains destroyed me. That sticky, light, gorgeous taste that I couldn't get enough of, a ruin. The scale was tilting. My skeleton was yelling thanks to not-so-gracious me, and I couldn't accept my greed.
My clearest skin became a bulge, and my jeans weren't loose. Did they decrease in size or did I ruin my legs? I grabbed at the calories that settled inside me, and sickened I was by my inconsistent obedience. My dearest Ana is glaring, and I am a greedy mess. I panicked, reading a label. Alarmed, I couldn't process my mistake and the purge couldn't rescue me.
It eats at me, to look at the girls that kept their cool. Graciously, they rest their palms on clammy collar bones. Their efforts are presented, and I'm the opposite of gracious. I am not to praise in my enlarged body, couldn't I keep my petite skeleton pleased? Yet no, and poor Ana got enraged. I regret it, and it destroys me to this day. No protein bars can make a remedy to my constant mistakes.
© Sincerely, ♡ - June 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoezieThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
