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D.44 - "ANOREXIC DIARY"
Time to confess, on paper, what runs through my head nearly every day. Some may feel it's sting, others may laugh and say "it's her imagination" and those who live it, will understand.
ANOREXIC DIARY
My arms droop
below the pits - too fat,
too thick.
Or is it the mirror?
The glass is bowed.
Outward.
Inward.
Inward...
like the deep settled groan of my gut.
I hate the mirror,
but I'm addicted to it's outward image,
to my inward disease.
When I look in that black-backed glass,
I am repulsed,
obsessed
by it's gleam,
my face,
my arms,
my entirety.
Obtuse?
Obese.
You think of me as one.
I see me as another.
I heard the words once,
years ago.
But like a leech,
they latched on and my blood's seeping, gone.
"You are too fat."






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