#eating poems on Hello Poetry

Sonali Jul 2018

empty

I starve my body in hopes
it'll nourish my mind
I toy with the idea
that I could feel any emptier as I skip meals
and stick a toothbrush down my throat

When I sit in front of the toilet
I wonder
If I was so small
I disappeared
How long would you mourn me for?

March 29, 2018

#empty #starving #eating #disorder #pain #grief #body #anorexia #suffer #emptiness

Maes Jul 2018

The lies I tell

Late in the morning, I get out of bed
Feeling dizzy in my head
I look in the mirror and see what is me
How can that be?
I look like a fat swine
But truly, I'm fine

My stomach makes the sound of thunder
What a horrible blunder
I see everyone staring
The problem's not what I am wearing
Don't look at me
I'm just thirsty, I'm not hungry

I'm starting to see double
It's not going to be trouble
I continue my day
But faint, are you okay?
I wake up looking beaten
Don't worry, I've eaten

These are the lies I tell
and every day I excel
I tell them because I want to succeed
Even though I know it's not what I need
I ignore everyone's worries
But someone help me, please

#eating #disorder #bulimia #anorexia #mentalhealth #mentalillness

gabriela Jul 2018

rotten

I started going to counseling this week
because my plants started dying

the roots are all rotted
and the leaves are just slowly eating away at themselves

maybe my roots are rotten too
and I need to fix them before I start eating myself up

#rotten #roots #counseling #fix #leaves #eating #rotting #plant

levi eden r Jul 2018

i've been suffering, does that mean nothing? it's gotta mean something

me, moon, a 13 year old young boy who ate happily and had eyes filled with love and dreams,
had stretch marks.
me, moon, knew they were there but started feeling ashamed when someone pointed them out.
me, moon, a almost 17 year old boy who now passes on dinner and lunch and breakfast.
i ate two rice cakes a day and feeling the lemon water i religiously drank make it's way down my throat, splashing around in my stomach made the corners of lips turn upwards.
me and food have never held hands.
we never closed our eyes at the delight of the smells of cake and food made by my mother.
for when i was hungry,
i remembered my mother telling me how thin i look and how pretty i looked.
i wanted that all the time.
so,
me, moon, doesn't give into food.

this isn't that good

#poetry #food #eating #disorder

Tijana Jul 2018

Food

I dont want food to be my adiction anymore
I don't want to numb my emotions by yet another drug
I dont want to sweep everything underneath a rug.

Yes Ive did it wrong, but what could I do?
Food was the only thing that gave me comfort, its not like I've could've shoot up ******* in my veins at the age of 10.

But I had food, a sick adiction, a temporary fix, for problems that are much deep.

It's a miracle that I could've even function under such amounts of stress, But I did it brave without showing any signs of distress. And why, why wouldnt I feel disstress and pain? anyone that walked in my shoes would feel the same.

So this is my solution, a sour and sweet absolution, from now on there'll be no supstatution for how I feel.

#eatingdisorder #psychology #cptsd #trauma #eating #overating #adiction #badhabits

levi eden r Jul 2018

eating while i'm sad makes me less sad

i kept telling myself,
"moon, don't eat your feelings.
you're sad,
let yourself be sad."
but there's something in handfuls of cereal,
ignoring the healthy servings of cookies,
bowl after bowl of ice cream that numbs my heart to the point where i feel like it's not beating anymore.
there's something about chewing and feeling food go down my throat that feels comforting.
i know it won't fix anything
and i know that i'll hate myself after my 5th cookie,
i know all this.
but i can't help it.

#poetry #depression #eating #sad

Aa Harvey Jun 2018

Weight watchers paradise

Weight watchers paradise

Lemon pies, with feathered wings,
Floating in the sky, as the sun sits and glistens,
Against their skin; yes the beautiful people.
The ones who say, all that food is pure evil.

The bright morning sun kills off the dark blue night
And shows us the way to a weight watchers paradise,
With cream filled donuts and chocolate gold bars,
With the sponge cake motorways, full of jelly made motor cars.

So super-size me; put me on the Elvis diet.
I can’t talk right now, for I have to eat.
Oh and don’t forget, to cut the bacon off my fat;
I have no wish, to look anorexic.

Big, fat and beautiful, look at me!
All you jealous skinny girls, are only jealous of these.
My two lethal weapons, that get me all I want;
So take me to a Heaven, named McDonald’s,
With Burger Kings, feeding on Kentucky Fried Chickens.
This tasty goodness is so **** finger licking.

Rabbit food? Don’t make me puke!
I have no desire, to become bulimic.
I’m not Princess Di; I have no wish to die.
No I don’t love to watch, my cholesterol level rise;
But I do love my **** body and I do love my super-size.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#food #images #skinny #sun #eating #fat #junkfood #healthfood

tempest Jun 2018

Untitled

poke
squeeze
pinch

of the parts of me i despise

imagine
fantasize
wish

of a different vessel than which i am trapped in

remembering
recounting
recalling

of a day where i was taught to accept parts of my body i cannot change

understanding
realizing
knowing

although such a day failed to come,
the sun brings me another to try again

#eating #disorders #self #image #body #love #care

Scarlet Niamh Jun 2018

To the Bone

To the bone I am becoming,
losing track of what I wanted to be,
I'll find myself being pencilled in
with grayscale tones painted over me.

To the bone I am becoming,
break my fingers, my limbs and my soul,
you'll touch me as you wish, burning me thin,
'til I'm fragile - no parts of a whole.

To the bone, I am becoming,
even though I'm desperate to try,
because all I can taste is your hands on my skin
and bitter and dark was the fight.

To the bone, I am becoming,
I'm addicted to losing control.
My bedroom is littered with matchsticks and gin,
To the bone
To the bone
To the bone.

~~ Trying, failing, rinse and repeat. ~~

#eatingdisorder #eating #fear #body #thin #bodyimage #sadness #lonely #pain #taste

Maes Jun 2018

My enemies

Chaos walked into my life
Threatening me with a knife
I had no choice but to fight
To take control, and make it right.

Little did I know that I wasn't in control
That something else was controlling my soul
My enemy has changed into something I lust
To be thin, I must

My enemy is the number on the scale
As he is ruling and I am in jail
I am conflicted about its reign
Cause we have the same goal and the same name

So my life has been messed up lately. I am recovering from a psychotic manic episode which resulted in a bunch of bad consequences. I tried to ignore my feelings a long time because I wanted to win this fight. I realized I have been struggling with something else. I'm having eating disorder behaviors (behaviors, not a disorder itself) and I can't stop because I really want to lose weight. I can't tell anyone and feel trapped. So yea, messed up indeed. At least it inspired a poem.

#mentalillness #mentalhealth #psychosis #bipolar #eating #disorder