Best Anorexia Poems

A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and magazines
Tell her she is not what they want
She is not thin
She is not beautiful
Everyday her eyes cry as she looks...

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My colourful soul is seeping through my skin
But Ana is a beauteous monster
And I cannot stop letting her in.
Someone get a doctor,
She’s stuck inside my head
And if I don’t get her out,
I’m sure to wind up dead.
Her voice it makes me shout
And cry out in...

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she shuns me from embracing her these days
her brittle fragile body no longer compliant
thin skin lifeless and sagging begging for help
knowing she needs support but still so defiant

bones pressing a blanket of desperation
bringing her spirit down more every day
trying so hard to be small and...

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You are not a member of our family
Therefore we choose to lock you outside our door
Banishishing you to never
Never again darken our door
Your emaciated hands have lost their strength 
The whispers you shout have fallen on deaf ears

We have always been stonger than you
Within your...

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my stomache burns 
i do not want to eat 
he says i shouldnt
i agree 
he stairs with disgust
i look away with shame 
after every meal 
i run to that bathroom 
..i gag myself
letting out all my anger
all my frustration
..all my hurt 
i walk out with...

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Sneaky
Deceitful
Calculating and cruel
It poses as your friend
Offering comfort 
Strength
A sense of achievement.

It isolates 
Jealously guarding the relationship
Until it infiltrates 
Every cell of your being
And claims you 
As its own....

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Each weight increase signals defeat
and never fails to leave you blue.
For, when you strive to stay petite
each pound is repulsive to you.

You stare in the mirror of truth
scrutinizing each ounce of fat.
And seeking the girl of your youth
you can’t believe you look like that.

Skipping breakfast,...

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The smell sprays spreading
Of delicious food
From a palace above
  
In a poor hut bellow
Smoke of boiling water
Potatoes for hunger

Servants chivvy    
Serving variety of tastes  
 
Empty plates wait
Impatient children yawn
  
Sound waves of two cries prang together 
One for...

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It’s a battle everyday, from the moment my feet hit the floor.
                  It’s not a habit I’m proud of, but a sickness I can’t ignore.
   ...

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"Come with me," she said.
"I'm Ana. I'll be your friend."
Little did I know
She was leading me to my 
death bed.

I wish I would've never met 
her.
I wish she would disappear.
Why won't she leave me alone?
Doesn't she see I'm happy 
here?

"You won't be happy until 
you're...

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"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester 
mocks in the tomb's chill
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon you'll cease to be."
The mirror's cold reflection, 
a Gorgon's ghastly guise
A marionette of flesh with vacant... 
hollow...
colorless eyes.

The worms, like...

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1. INCIPIENT
the smell of burning body helps me sleep at night
i'd rather ignite this spark in my stomach than shove bread down my throat
singe this hollow home
choke these lungs with bone dry soil so nothing can grow
and maybe they brainwashed me
or i did it to...

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Twelve bottles of water 
Lots of lettuce
Lettuce only
Lettuce Lettuce Lettuce
Lettuce and water
Water and lettuce
Twelve bottles of water
She looked like a war-torn waif 
Shame on us for not knowing something was wrong!
For thinking this was okay
For not recognizing a mental illness.
Shame on us. Shame on us....

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A little lipstick could not hurt.
But she was eight, and refused lunch after it was on.
She thought she was "fat" now, and she wanted to be thin.

I caught her wearing scarlet nails the Tuesday after the lipstick.
Her Daddy thought it was cute. 
Her grandmother bought...

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I am a porcelain girl with cracked porcelain skin 

I want to be pretty perfect thinthinthin 

Skinny little thighs pretty pink cheeks 

So down my throat my finger goes and up the bad things go 

Nimble little fingers stained with chocolate cake and cherry pie,...

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