"Good Enough"

An eating disorder is not about being perfectly thin, or exceedingly beautiful,
it’s not about being only the best.

An eating disorder happens when a person has been rubbed completely raw
and is desperate to cover themselves with something, anything, thicker than skin.
They create an armor upon themselves laudable of recognition among those of the round table.

An eating disorder is when desperation and change are present
in a curbed area that is lacking in hope.

It’s when a person shadow is walking in front of them;
When they can’t seem to get themselves to turn away.
In time the lights of the sky will begin to sink and their shadows will continue to grow,
until they are completely veiled in darkness.

It is someone who cannot or will not
allow themselves to delve into a light that does not cast infinite shadows.

An eating disorder comes to those who bear wounds left unattended to;
cavernous abscesses left to seep,
causing them to lose hope that their infectious burdens may ever be mended.

It is when a being loses faith that,
with time and care,
those wounds will heal and their scars will begin to fade.

It is when someone is so thoroughly deprived of what they so obviously thirst for that they begin to dry themselves out
on their own.

An eating disorder causes a person to loathe nothing more than they loathe themselves.

It is when there is absolutely nothing that can be loathed more than they are.

An eating disorder is the bleach that blinds us and steals the hues from our flesh
and from our world.

An eating disorder is a mask that says so unmistakably,
“Nothing is wrong.”
It conceals the lying eyes, but it leaks,
so clearly,
the evidence of the true nature of the situation.

It can cause a person to feel ceaselessly filthy.

It is when a person comes to believe that they are at fault for everything that they have seen and heard.
That everything that has happened to them, they could have stopped.
It is when someone shoulders the blame of every diminutive thing that occurs.

It is an eternal self pessimism,
with a thick, honey sweet, optimism for others.

Our experiences are a bounty,
our shame and guilt thick oil,
an eating disorder, and any addiction,
a fire that blazes upon its infinite fuel source,
even if there remains nothing left to be burned.

It is a starvation of everything that is, was and could be.

It is a slow suicide
created so intricately for the individual holding the gun