Eating Disordered

A Poem About Binge Eating Disorder

Photo by Towfiqu barbhuiya on Unsplash

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…

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Photographer-Writer-Mentor I'm attempting to live life on my terms using the freedom of creativity. My goal is to live life without the fear of failure.

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D.A. Harvey

Photographer-Writer-Mentor I'm attempting to live life on my terms using the freedom of creativity. My goal is to live life without the fear of failure.