Don’t be afraid of words like thin and fat or slim and large, of discussing shame or diet or weight -
there is nothing wrong with learning and conversation, of mistakes and missteps and change.
Just know that food is neither good nor bad, it’s never a guilty pleasure or even a treat -
eat what your body needs, what makes you feel good. Ignore calories and traffic light labelling.
You will get better and yes, you may relapse, but the future is both wonderfully lighter and heavier
because your body is a living genius: treat it to music and bathing, to wine and incense burning.
I’ll talk to you from the shore, as if I wade into the water with you then we’ll both flounder -
but I’m sorry for getting angry, for asking how you could let this happen. Instead, I’ll listen.
You don’t weigh stones but rather laughter and singing, last year’s holiday and kisses from friends.
Your weight is that of a survivor, not a sufferer. And I know now, son, this also happens to boys.
For the time being I have Given cancer the slip,
And here is a tip,
From my very lip.
Ethnicity does not matter
Culture does not matter,
Colour does not matter.
The size of your brain does not matter,
Your age does not matter,
Your shape does not matter.
Your politics do not matter,
Your Hairstyle does not matter,
Your monetary value does not matter.
There is no guarantee for anyone, not to get it,
So all we can do is face up to it,
And put our energy into fighting it, if we get it.
For those of us who, its stranglehold break,
Or those who get a lucky break,
And never that trip have to take.
I ask them to check which way they lean,
How mean they have been,
And consider what does it all mean.
Food is the greatest sufferer
fingers pinch it but no cry
teeth bite it but no cry
throat swallows but no cry
enzymes destroy it but no cry
it lives in torture chambers
would- be rescuers, say no cry
this food that walks or is walked!
born
rejected
killed
honored
I can see you are suffering deeply
But you cannot escape your self-torture
Subconsciously you are dependent on the pain
And the joy your sorrow brings is what you live for
But when the happiness is taken from you
You cannot stand being alone with your own thoughts
Your mind drives you on the brink of insanity
Playing on your every emotion constantly
Emulating false hope of glee and bliss
But you are a simple person who has never asked for much
All you want from life is a piece of joy
Your desperation will soon sink in
And no one will ever know the reason for your greatest sin
An ocean supporting my death
A world unseen is stealing my breath
Command my end with all that you have
I still rise in the land of the sad
Hidden noise in solemnity’s wake
The silent prayer that darkness partakes
Behind your eyes the scene will appear
And all your words are riddled with fear
Sleepless dreams deterring the truth
Drop the sword, deny you are you
Illusion’s stain gripping your shield
And finally, your sleep is concealed
The strongest casting their stones
The quickest stealing unknown
A lonely means to glorious ends
Where nothing’s learned, and darkness commends
And deeper my sight has me drown
And in the light the darkness is found
Killing me all over again
Until I rise and walk with the pain
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