A BATTLEGROUND
The scene is set before us:
Our heroine calmly awaits the battle that will be lunch.
Sandwiches galore. The pale lettuce is revolting.
An orange. The leathery skin soft with some age.
A soda. Not Diet Coke, but 7-up. An Anorexia-Approved drink.
It's not the food she will bicker with,
But her own twisted mind.
The part that tells her that thin is pretty,
And food is not the way to thin.
Thin is not worth the headache,
She chants back.
Thin is not worth losing chunks of my hair everywhere,
She reiterates.
Thin isn't worth losing my life over.
The first bite is bursting with unseen flavor.
The lettuce adds to the taste.
The orange is juicy, just right.
Heroine: 1, Anorexia: 0.
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Picking Up The Pieces
PoetryAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
