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Dear Eating Disorder, you crept in quietly a whisper I mistook for guidance You promised control wrapped it in discipline told me you were here to make me “better” But you carved my days into numbers and guilt turned every bite into a battlefield You stole my reflection traded it for fear and called that “love” and I believed you I followed every rule you whispered let you lead me even when it hurt you turned my days into equation's meals into math I could never solve and fear that if I slipped I’d get the whole problem wrong I trusted you I let you lead me believe your lies think you were protecting me But you were really breaking me The mirror shattered into pieces every time I looked each fragment reflecting fear shame, and a version of me I didn’t recognize my mind a storm of whispers, my thoughts screaming at me every time I saw how “ugly” I was like I could never be enough like I was too much and not enough all at once Dear Eating Disorder, you broke me in ways I still don’t know how to fix Maybe one day I’ll heal but for now the shards of that broken mirror still sting where they touched me reminders of the hurt you carved into my view of myself.
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 12:28 AM UTC
giarose
Dear eating disorder,
Dear Eating Disorder, you crept in quietly a whisper I mistook for guidance You promised control wrapped it in discipline told me you were here to make me “better” But you carved my days into numbers and guilt turned every bite into a battlefield You stole my reflection traded it for fear and called that “love” and I believed you I followed every rule you whispered let you lead me even when it hurt you turned my days into equation's meals into math I could never solve and fear that if I slipped I’d get the whole problem wrong I trusted you I let you lead me believe your lies think you were protecting me But you were really breaking me The mirror shattered into pieces every time I looked each fragment reflecting fear shame, and a version of me I didn’t recognize my mind a storm of whispers, my thoughts screaming at me every time I saw how “ugly” I was like I could never be enough like I was too much and not enough all at once Dear Eating Disorder, you broke me in ways I still don’t know how to fix Maybe one day I’ll heal but for now the shards of that broken mirror still sting where they touched me reminders of the hurt you carved into my view of myself.
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