I know it should be an easy thing,
food shouldn't be the enemy,
it should be there to sustain me
when it's put in front of me
tears well up in my eyes
all I hear is my Instructor
screaming about our next weigh in.
I don't want to be fat,
I don't want to have to eat,
so I starve and I starve,
to the point of collapse
I remember when I was little
it all seemed so simple
I'd go to dance class,
I'd fly, soar..spin
myself into freedom,
feeling alive...
Dancing did that for me.
and now it's dread and fear
that possess my soul
because something so simple
has taken my control from me
so in my darkest hour
in this very minute
I must confess..
I'm an Anorexic
so that for a short time
I can be that which means the most:
A Dancer who lives in the moment
of sublime Love.
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"Food shouldn't be the enemy"
Damn, that is profound... a nice write.
Thanks for sharing, and good luck!
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