Whispers of the Soul

Anorexia

Drowning in Expectations

In the mirror's reflection, a war is waged,
An image distorted, a body encaged.
With whispers of beauty that echo and creep,
The promise of perfection, a secret to keep.

The world casts its shadows, a relentless display,
Where size equals worth, and smiles fade away.
Each glance is a measure, each comment a knife,
Cutting deeper with standards that dictate my life.

Scroll through the feeds, where the flawless reside,
Photoshopped fantasies, no truth to confide.
The voices grow louder, the pressure immense,
In a game of comparisons, I lose my defense.

Each bite feels like treason, a sin to confess,
As hunger becomes both my comfort and stress.
The scale is a tyrant, its numbers a chain,
Binding me tightly, a cycle of pain.

I count every calorie, obsess over weight,
Believing thinness is the key to my fate.
But the freedom I seek is a mirage, a lie,
In a world built on filters, it's hard not to cry.

The laughter around me feels distant and strange,
As I wrestle with shadows, my mind rearranged.
In a sea full of faces, I feel so alone,
Craving acceptance, yet feeling like stone.

I'm drowning in expectations, each wave pulls me down,
Suffocated by ideals that wear me a crown.
But who set these standards? Who wrote this cruel script?
In the quest for approval, my spirit has slipped.

Yet deep in my heart, there's a flicker, a flame,
A whisper of hope that calls out my name.
I'm learning to challenge the thoughts that enslave,
To fight for my worth, to be strong and brave.

So, I'll rise from the depths, find strength in my soul,
Redefining beauty, reclaiming control.
For beyond the illusions, I'll learn to embrace,
The truth of my journey, my own sacred space.

In a world full of voices that pressure and chide,
I'll seek out the ones that uplift and provide.
For in the mosaic of life, I'll find my own worth,
Drowning in expectations, but reborn through the earth.