...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.
feel the weight of the word in your mouth, before you set it free to cling to the skin of another. sometimes, the smallest words are the heaviest to carry. —fat. This poem is deeply personal. Years ago I battled bulimia. I have, ever since I can remember, been in a constant struggle to accept... Continue Reading →