…and i lost
the weight.
beautifully battle weary;
wearing hunger as my badge.
eviscerating my soul.
peeling back my skin,
layer by layer.
just to fit in.
…and i gained
the weight.
becoming fat with
failure.
and yet,
my breath did not end.
—purge.
liezel graham
author | poet | thread artist
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I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
liezel graham 
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