I see a lot of glamorising of eating disorders
everywhere

what is so glamorous about sticking your fingers down your throat
using laxatives because you cant cope
starving yourself

there is nothing glamorous about eating disorders
they're mental illnesses which need to be addressed

I have an eating disorder
and I can tell you this
there's nothing glamorous about this
not one little bit

Don't give me the Truth if it ain't naked
Manipulate your form so your curves exaggerated
Playing on my senses with all this fabrication
Made up glamorising everything but yourself
All I can see is the ******* of a latent beauty unexpressed
And the hollow of that cavity at the center of your chest
Fill it up Love
Rest your eye lids
Be still and look within
Concentrate on your breath
Feel that vibration?
That's the secret sensation of the Self
Dear Goddess
Mother of the Word soothing and nourishing
The echoes of your Womb resonated into Soul
So
Egoistic and foolish
Believing our
Masculine polarity is superior our feminine's
Chaos and not a Cosmos playing falsehood as truth
By Your mercy the veil's lifted and I witness Living Beauty
So
I AM the Sun
The Son of your potency
I shine like ya
With loving devotional service

Basking in the glow of dawn
Wearing pearls of dew drops
Brides of roses in the garden

Raising their necks proudly
Glamorising the living room
Celebrities of roses in the vase

Agonising in waste
Zombies of roses
In the kitchen ******* bin

Without being eulogised
Resting in peace
In the town’s ******* tip