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My battle with anorexia (TW)

By Nina PiercePublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by Siora Photography on Unsplash

You’re fat.

I’m aware of

The flaws on my body,

How my ribs stay hidden

Underneath the layer of

Fat.

From 1200 calories a day down to 800,

Every ounce of food exactly portioned out.

On a good day, you’d have nothing.

I began to measure things in absence

Rather than presence,

A single space

Between my thighs.

Purple kisses painted along my olive

Skin, clothes tight

Collarbones as sharp as my mind.

I lost myself in the numbers;

Day 1: 160 pounds.

Each part of my body labeled in inches;

Day 20: 27-inch waist.

Checking every nutrition label;

One egg white is 25 calories.

Diet pills and laxatives rattle in my purse;

Day 40: 138 pounds,

My BMI must be 18 by Christmas.

Intravenous drips shoved in my skin;

Goal weight 1: 125 pounds reached.

The needles tattooed my arms.

A story left untold.

To relapse or recover

It’s an ongoing battle

I may be

Weight restored

But I still hear

Its voice.

Fat.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Nina Pierce

just a lonely cat girl with a masters in counseling trying to make it as a writer

send a tip to fuel some late night writing sessions!

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  • Melissa de la Cruz4 years ago

    One day at a time works for many afflictions. ❤️ Beautiful expression of your experience through your writing.

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