Anorexic Poems - Poems about Anorexic

stop looking in mirrors nurture your best sides do things that you love painting, dancing, roller skating spend time outdoors look toward the future a dangerous internal voice may be criticizing you hold up an imaginary stop sign yell “STOP!” concentrate on your positives make a list of them You should be able to find at least fifty great things If you are not there yet, strive for...

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A name i detest to be called. My chest compresses as i travel back in time, An asphyxiating guilt, back then so conscious, Each day I was chained to hatred. Memories draw in, of me bawling over my weight, Arms crossed across , wishing for a sweet escape Goals and dreams I had surrendered all, In the battle with those tormenting ghouls. As...

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A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)... deplores adipose tissue gain No Holiday music can soothe savage beast washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased body snatcher somewhere amidst policed madding crowd of carolers singing, where mine sinking spirits ceased rising today December 18th, 2020 analogous how unleavened bread (i.e. matzo) lacks yeast. I loathe shucking clothes, (no matter eyes severely...

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Is the Mirror Unkind?, for an Anorexic by Michael R. Burch for anyone struggling with self-image and self-worth She has a comely form and a smile that brightens her dorm... but she’s grossly unthin when seen from within; soon an entire campus will mourn. Yet she’d never once criticize a friend for the size of her thighs. Do unto others: sisters and brothers? Yes, but also ourselves,...

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Self Reflection by Michael R. Burch (for anyone struggling with self-image) She has a comely form and a smile that brightens her dorm . . . but she’s grossly unthin when seen from within; soon a grieving campus will mourn. Yet she’d never once criticize a friend for the size of her thighs. Do unto others— sisters and brothers? Yes, but also ourselves, likewise....

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Anorexic Girl Sometimes she whispers in my ear, a tapestry of pain and fear whose warp and weft weave haunted days and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs and blooded screams, till phantoms from a private hell enshroud me in a chilling spell. ...

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Skin and bones, some say she's too thin Kind of looks like a frail stick Each day she runs, fast paced Lost look in her eyes Eats less and less Torn and sad One word Numb Written on 10/7/2015 Infinitian Form...

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"How she meshed my head in the half-truths of her fevers till I renounced milk and honey and the taste of lunch.” - ‘Anorexic’, Eavan Boland The pervasive pain of hunger fastens my mind to flesh and blood. Mindful, aware of each moment, success in the heart’s slowing thud. How she meshed my head. She’s there in the space between thoughts...

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What is this ticking inside of me, a heart that beats lesser than time? I feel as though I have departed into the halls of my own death, life is but an echo of footsteps fading behind my back. Am I too fat on life, this trimming of me is it to rid all but death? I look into my own reflection and see the fullness...

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Big Beulah and Anorexic Ann By Elton Camp All her life, Beulah has been fat But can’t do a thing about that Her pal Ann won’t have it that way “It’s in your control,” she does say “I weigh less than when I was sixteen. You’re the fattest woman I’ve ever seen.” “I watch what I eat and exercise every day. The...

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People say it’s only skin, but I see lard. I see it falling down, straight from my arms. It speaks to me, saying, come on eat. You know you want to. Come on, feed me. But I won’t. I think: discipline is key. You can do it, food’s the enemy....

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Grass Calls for More and more And I water and water. The Obese: Expires Hitherto, that grass Spikingly Winds up by the"Plop, Plop" Snubbing over the drops. And Passes. The Olive Grass Gawking incessantly out at the flecked Rays I witness them dance They post me the murmuring messages Of the Wind....

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All I can do is sit and stare. All I can hear is the clanking of silverware and people chewing... people enjoying. My teeth grind back and forth...my jaw begins to hurt although I've been given nothing. My tongue wrestles with the tasteless air, and I pretend it's something. My hands are permanently glued to...

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