#disorderedeating
I don't have an eating disorder
But
I eat one meal a day
I don't have an eating disorder
But
I cant eat more than 700 calories a day
I don't have an eating disorder
But
I have to skateboard at least 5 hours a day
I don't have an eating disorder
But
If I don't know how many calories is in something I can't eat it
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
The shirt that once hung loose from my shoulders, hugs me as tight as a small child does to its parent on the first day of swim lessons.
Shorts and pants that I used to swim in, now fit maybe a little too snugly.
And the weight I want to lose like a pair of glasses, or a set of keys, keeps adding up like apples in a math problem.
Does the saying "it will get worse before it gets better," have to apply to everything?
Maybe my shirts will hang lose again, just as the children get used to the water in time.
Maybe the snugness of my pants will wear old, and my bottoms will go back to needing belts to hold them up.
Maybe a friend named Sam will need some apples, and we will learn to subtract.
Maybe I will feel safe eating one of those apples, without wanting to throw it back up again.
Sometimes I think that I never want to give up this disordered habit of mine.
And other times I know it will never do me any good.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
She stared at her thighs,
Tears streaming her face,
Wanting to hide,
In an isolated place.
Fatter and fatter,
They grew and grew,
Before her eyes,
Yet nobody knew.
The pain she felt,
As she watched her reflection,
Searching around her,
Wanting protection.
Her heart starts to bleed,
And her bones start to wither,
Her skin loses colour,
She continues to shiver.
The person inside her,
Causing these thoughts,
Distort her reality,
And need to be caught.
She has an illness,
A serious one too,
So please don't ignore it,
Cause next could be you.
So let's raise awareness,
Of these devils inside,
Let's hunt them down,
Leaving nowhere to hide.
Reach out your hand,
Come on, speak out,
We will beat this together,
Lets scream and shout--
To victory at last!
Its been a long time coming,
So many lost lives,
But we're no longer running.
E.M Pearson
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
There comes a time
In everyday,
Where sense of reality
Withers away,
In hours or seconds-
Days or years,
Your soul will awaken,
Along with your tears.
Red as the roses
And weeping like willows,
The windows start crying
While your lungs start to billow.
But when this time comes,
And you cant get away,
Please stick around
For at least one more day.
I know things are hard,
But they will be okay,
Please let down your guard,
We will make it someday.
E.M Pearson
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC