Cold water fills my stomach. This pain of hunger will pass. The human body is temporary, but the soul is eternal.
Does that mean my soul will be skinny, a tiny frail piece of what it once was? Or will my soul be more strong, with the extra control anorexia provides me?
Will I die from this?
I dont want to die anymore, I just want to make others see that I can be pretty too . . .
Will they see, will I be pretty?
Is this control what I need, or do I need love? The love not provided by my mother whom pushed me down this road. Taking total control over my life, so I picked food to control, to hate, to love. Food causing my dilemmas ever night to see if I really want this or is it just pain.
To the mother calling me chunky at 118lbs and causing all my relapses, thank you for putting your only biologically female child on this road, you can deal with the funeral arrangements later.
YOU ARE READING
poetry from my different sides
PuisiI'm just a insecure trans teen suffering from mdd, gad, pmdd, and an ed. This is a poetry collection covering most of my problems causing my ed so trigger warning. In no way do I encourage anorexia, it is a monster, be safe and get out while you st...
