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I have a family Extended members don't know But then again Neither do my parents If they knew would they cry Could I watch the tears streak down their cheeks as my practiced story is retold and Sinks in Would they tell friends, Turn a blind eye to the misconceptions of my disease Maybe protect me when my back is turned Or would they weep Crocodile tears Then love again Love again as they were before But with new information Do you think if I shouted my demons across the seven seas Would pirates look at me in awe of my strength In awe of my brittle bones that have stood strong without help Would they look at themselves and remember the battles they've had with Themselves And believe in me when I don't If I told my parents Finally As my therapist tells me to Would they hold me Even when I hate being touched The way skin holds skin How fat of mine is transferred with fat of yours How I have always hated it But it doesn't matter when affection comes before personal beliefs It disgusts me My body I hope you know that I hope you realise why I can't be touched By family Because you broke me bulimia And cracks aren't healed with hugs.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
Hugs Don't Fix Mistakes, That's Called Therapy.
I have a family Extended members don't know But then again Neither do my parents If they knew would they cry Could I watch the tears streak down their cheeks as my practiced story is retold and Sinks in Would they tell friends, Turn a blind eye to the misconceptions of my disease Maybe protect me when my back is turned Or would they weep Crocodile tears Then love again Love again as they were before But with new information Do you think if I shouted my demons across the seven seas Would pirates look at me in awe of my strength In awe of my brittle bones that have stood strong without help Would they look at themselves and remember the battles they've had with Themselves And believe in me when I don't If I told my parents Finally As my therapist tells me to Would they hold me Even when I hate being touched The way skin holds skin How fat of mine is transferred with fat of yours How I have always hated it But it doesn't matter when affection comes before personal beliefs It disgusts me My body I hope you know that I hope you realise why I can't be touched By family Because you broke me bulimia And cracks aren't healed with hugs.
#bulimia
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seshi
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
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