Eating Disorders Ruined Everything by LibbyDear, literature
Literature
Eating Disorders Ruined Everything
People with eating disorders are liars.
It's not on purpose. I'm the most honest person you could ever meet...until it comes to food.
"Yeah, I already ate."
I will go to whatever extreme length I need to go to to keep myself from eating. I love cooking for people. I like interacting with food without partaking in its consumption. This can't be healthy. I'm a piece of shit for this, but I like when other people eat and I don't. I like making food for other people. It's this sick sort of "I am getting smaller while you are doing the opposite." And I hate myself for it.
I shower after dinner, not because that's the time that I want to shower
Eating Disorders Ruined Everything by LibbyDear, literature
Literature
Eating Disorders Ruined Everything
People with eating disorders are liars.
It's not on purpose. I'm the most honest person you could ever meet...until it comes to food.
"Yeah, I already ate."
I will go to whatever extreme length I need to go to to keep myself from eating. I love cooking for people. I like interacting with food without partaking in its consumption. This can't be healthy. I'm a piece of shit for this, but I like when other people eat and I don't. I like making food for other people. It's this sick sort of "I am getting smaller while you are doing the opposite." And I hate myself for it.
I shower after dinner, not because that's the time that I want to shower
there beauty in this cold—
In this frigid life whose path I have paved
For myself, by myself---
Is there beauty in this?
This barren wasteland of a home
That once, I adored, but now
There is nothing for me here but, perhaps,
The stagnant pain of hunger, and the unyielding
Horror I bestow upon anyone who dares to glance my way.
A walking skeleton, a bag of bones, too sick to live,
Yet too terrible to die,
I am stuck in this Purgatory, built brick by brick for every
Pound I shed.
I am alone now, once kept company by another,
We built these walls together, meant to keep us safe,
But now confines only me.
This is not a safe
please, don't tell me how beautiful it is that i've parted my thighs like the sea.
because there is nothing pretty about the tears in last nights dinner, or the way my hands shake around silverware. i am not poetry, but a language lost --in the spaces where flesh used to occupy lies everything i needed to say, kept as the only thing i could ever bear to swallow. if you try to write sonnets about the scars on my knuckles or the arch of my ribs, i will tell you in nine syllables less that this is more than abstinence and foggy reflections. i will tell you how my little sister can carry me in her arms like a child, and how my father can hardly
honey, please understand,
i do not love holding you up
like a sinking ship
--your hipbones are jutting above
seas of skin again, icebergs
tearing both you
and me apart
have you drank water today?
because i worry
there is no fluidity in the way
you move anymore
you are all angles, angel
your body creaks and moans
like an old, worn out machine
and i don't have your schematics
i know you've taken a tape measure
of every inch of yourself but
i cannot measure your mind
to figure out how to fix you
even though your spine
has more ridges
than the rocky mountains,
you know you cannot move them
you cannot pick up textbooks
your stockpot f
I AM INACTIVE ON THIS ACCOUNT.
I am moving to the sea for college. I am getting healthy. I am leaving this account up as a reminder to me as to how things once were. But I will not be posting here any more.
All of my friends bought me a rose bouquet at school today . . . they worry about me so much and they're constantly doing things to make me smile but this was just ack. so fudging sweet, I actually cried haha. A couple days this week I've literally held my life I'm my hands, ready to throw it away (both times a close friend of mine realized I wasn't okay and had me talk to them on the phone until I fell asleep) and most days I tell myself that I'm such a fuck-up, that I'm worthless and unwanted, and then my friends go and do something like this to remind me they're here. And just . . . *cries*
Oh! And I got new jeans and I'm a size 0 which m
Thanks for watching. You have a nice gallery and a very lovely cat. I am not good at expressing myself but I truly wish you well in life. Here is a 💖. Everyone should always have something shiny.