I'm trying so hard to fit in,
But the pressure is high to be masculine.
I go to the gym everyday
For at least 4 hours - that's the way
to keep on losing all of this weight.
I can't remember the last time that I ate.
Water fasts, laxatives, diuretics galore,
This is an illness no one should ignore.
1 stone, 2 stone, 3 stone gone,
Nothing left for my body to live on.
But nobody listened when I asked for help in this,
Because I am a male my struggles with anorexia went amiss.
I became dangerously underweight,
My organs began to fail - now I know my fate.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
I'm trying so hard to fit in,
But the pressure is high to be masculine.
I go to the gym everyday
For at least 4 hours - that's the way
to keep on losing all of this weight.
I can't remember the last time that I ate.
Water fasts, laxatives, diuretics galore,
This is an illness no one should ignore.
1 stone, 2 stone, 3 stone gone,
Nothing left for my body to live on.
But nobody listened when I asked for help in this,
Because I am a male my struggles with anorexia went amiss.
I became dangerously underweight,
My organs began to fail - now I know my fate.
A poem based on male anorexia and how society often misses the signs with male suffers.
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