Eating Disordered

A Poem About Binge Eating Disorder

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If I know one thing about food, it has never hurt me. I say as I stuff my face for the third time this week. Binge, eat, binge. Is my routine. As I look around my room, at the time that has passed. All I can see is the pile of trash beneath me. Wrappers, caps, scraps. Plates stained by the shame of this unhealthy dance. I’ve learned the steps so easily. It doesn’t take much. Chewing, not tasting…