i'm scared to speak of her
it validates her existence
***** her from the crevices of my mind
and places her on this piece of paper
as if she's on the same level
as some work of art.
she begs
to be shown off,
bragged about.
she's usually more subtle
historically she
shrunk my waist
and my legs
and my arms
and my strength
but she's ******* gorgeous
people love to see her
mistaking her for
health
ha.
she demands the affection of others
and worst of all
convinces you to do the same.
reinforcing every choice
that led you here
do you realize
how many choices that is?
every glance in a mirror,
bite, meal, event,
run, walk,
exercise in general,
photo, social media,
shopping, outfits,
the way that you sit,
feeling parts of your body,
checking,
and rechecking,
and rechecking.
all to make sure
they fit her ridiculous ******* standards.
she's unreachable
until she kills you
and even then
you still won't be thin enough.
she doesn't stop at thin, either
she's permeated my confidence
stained it,
trashed it. to be honest.
she's not even real
but my god does it feel that way
i hear her
allthegoddamntime
i've starved her for years
that's not true.
i like to think i have, though.
pretending to be stronger than i am
i'm faking it but still
not even close to making it
out okay.
i've breadcrumbed her
i haven't starved the way she likes since ninth grade
but i've become """health conscious"""
i eat
but i eat healthily.
i check ingredients on almost everything in the supermarket.
i don't cook or bake anything
that didn't come from a health food blog.
i run, i hike,
i still sometimes google my calorie burn
every morning, every outfit, every window and mirror,
every shower, every photo,
every time i ******* think about it
i check my body
i check my body
so much
that i don't even know how many
times per day that it happens
constantly
measuring and reconsidering my self worth
so, no,
i'm not starving anymore
i haven't been for years.
but i still feel like her prisoner
and i keep feeding her
and i work in ******* therapy
i know i have control
my helplessness is an illusion
i'm just
so
tired
of
fighting
this
endless,
exhausting,
ridiculouslystupidcomparedtosomanyotherthings
battle
with her.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 4:46 PM UTC
i'm scared to speak of her
it validates her existence
***** her from the crevices of my mind
and places her on this piece of paper
as if she's on the same level
as some work of art.
she begs
to be shown off,
bragged about.
she's usually more subtle
historically she
shrunk my waist
and my legs
and my arms
and my strength
but she's ******* gorgeous
people love to see her
mistaking her for
health
ha.
she demands the affection of others
and worst of all
convinces you to do the same.
reinforcing every choice
that led you here
do you realize
how many choices that is?
every glance in a mirror,
bite, meal, event,
run, walk,
exercise in general,
photo, social media,
shopping, outfits,
the way that you sit,
feeling parts of your body,
checking,
and rechecking,
and rechecking.
all to make sure
they fit her ridiculous ******* standards.
she's unreachable
until she kills you
and even then
you still won't be thin enough.
she doesn't stop at thin, either
she's permeated my confidence
stained it,
trashed it. to be honest.
she's not even real
but my god does it feel that way
i hear her
allthegoddamntime
i've starved her for years
that's not true.
i like to think i have, though.
pretending to be stronger than i am
i'm faking it but still
not even close to making it
out okay.
i've breadcrumbed her
i haven't starved the way she likes since ninth grade
but i've become """health conscious"""
i eat
but i eat healthily.
i check ingredients on almost everything in the supermarket.
i don't cook or bake anything
that didn't come from a health food blog.
i run, i hike,
i still sometimes google my calorie burn
every morning, every outfit, every window and mirror,
every shower, every photo,
every time i ******* think about it
i check my body
i check my body
so much
that i don't even know how many
times per day that it happens
constantly
measuring and reconsidering my self worth
so, no,
i'm not starving anymore
i haven't been for years.
but i still feel like her prisoner
and i keep feeding her
and i work in ******* therapy
i know i have control
my helplessness is an illusion
i'm just
so
tired
of
fighting
this
endless,
exhausting,
ridiculouslystupidcomparedtosomanyotherthings
battle
with her.
this was terrifying but also comforting