Anorexia (Eating disorder, body image)

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TW: This poem contains depictions of an eating disorder.

I wish I could gaze at my reflection and think of myself with love instead of hate.
To accept my body unaltered, to find contentment in my own skin.
I wish I could see food as nourishment, not as a minefield of calories to evade and restrict.
To see my weight as a number and not something that defines me
I wish I could exercise for pleasure, instead of as a punishment for indulgence or to incinerate excess calories.
To feel beautiful without conforming to a mold forged by unattainable expectations.

Because no matter how much weight I lose, nothing will satiate my insidious eating disorder.
No matter how "skinny" I am, beauty is eluded in anorexia's clutches.
Because it ensnares me like a captive within my own mind, chastising me as if eating anything at all is an act of treachery.
My eating disorder knows no satisfaction.
It's crazy how something that limits me also thrives solely on greed.

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