Eat It All Day
#acrostic Something doesn't seem quite right, but it might just be me, Anybody else realize it, don't you see.
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#acrostic Something doesn't seem quite right, but it might just be me, Anybody else realize it, don't you see.
The feeling of being on edge constantly, Is getting to me, deep deep down. Pretending to smile on the surface, When within there is a frown.
I stand to the mirror Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat I stand on the scale Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat Are you hungry. No, I'm fine. Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat fat Wow you look skinny.
I’ve been trying to get better. Trying is a funny word. Trying can have so many definitions, depending on the person. But, please all of you know, I tried. I was clean for a month. And today.
Friends: You're so pretty and skinny. Guys: Ew, what is that thing. My face: Even surgery can't fix your ugliness. My thighs: Cut down on the bad food. My stomach: You eat to much.
Can anyone make sense of me right now. The whole world is spinning, my head is spinning, my thoughts are spinning. I can't get my bearings. Sometimes I get these brilliant thoughts.
big smile, eyes shining bright. but in reality...she's not alright. her bones are breaking through her skin; all she wants to be is tall and thin.
Run run. 'Til fat drips off. Never slow. Never stop. Starve starve. 'Til your hands shake. And your hair falls out. And your insides ache. Binge purge. 'Til your throat burns. And your teeth chip.
Too afraid to gain a pound So you just walk away You live your life alone With no one around It's the one thing you can control Was it the stress.
I take in the scenery around me. I'm tired of the familiar faces I see. I catch a glimpse of her as she glides effortlessly to our table. Her face isn't familiar anymore.
I don’t think this ever stops. I think it takes control ever so slowly without you even noticing. Eventually, you’re caught up in this mess and it’s terrifying. You try to escape, but it’s too late.
New. Newer. Less. Fewer. I'll get slimmer. Skip dinner. Be the clear winner. Thin. Thinnest. Thinner. Thinner. Always thinner. Never enough. Always too much stuff. Too many voices. Too few choices.
Can anyone make sense of me right now. The whole world is spinning, my head is spinning, my thoughts are spinning. I can't get my bearings. Sometimes I get these brilliant thoughts.
December twenty third, Stay home from church. Dad says I have to stay in my room. He thinks that is a punishment. My stomach is killing me. Literally. Don't give up and don't give in. I'm...
December twenty second, 8:38 pm. Saturday night. I told them I couldn't hang out. I meant I didn't want to. I told them that I felt sick. I meant that I was dizzy from not eating all day.
December twenty second, Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Grit your teeth. Move your toes. Let your heart beat get louder. Feel the rush of blood between your veins.
her hair was a paradox her skin snow I didn't have to say anything for her to know the look on my face let my soul show her soul was beautiful it was dark and twisted tragically broken loose by a...
"Just eat," you beg. Like it's that easy. As if I can take a mouthful. Without feeling queasy. Like an alcoholic to his liquor. Or a smoker to his smokes. I need emptiness in my gut.
She is beautiful but she wont believe , Most times she wishes she couldnt breath. She is perfectly skinny but its not enough , Shes gave up food and trying to love.
Sunken cheeks, Hollow face. Ragged breath, Unsteady pace. Glowing skin, Lips full and red. Sparkling eyes, Glossy hair on head. Bony wrists, Unseeing eyes. Slowing heart, Slowly dies.
This is no disorder. At least, it's not for me. It's knowing thin's a lock on happiness. And that Ana's the only key. Ana is eight glasses a day. And two or three green teas. Ana is skin and bones.
The mirror ate you up, Swallowed you whole. The mirror defined you, Consumed your soul.
Razorblades and scarlet tears Diet pills and great big fears Food logs and the bathroom scale It's just a test you're afraid to fail A race for control A thirst for perfection The urge for...
Okay, so I might be in love with my Bestfriend. Only a little bit. I mean he is the only person whose stuck around in my life enough to notice when things aren't right.