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Poems about eating disorders: Accounts from my 12 Years of Bulimia...

I started writing poems about eating disorders when I was 12...

I was a popular and attractive girl...

An international athlete at just 13 years old.

I was a young woman who seemed to have the world at my fingertips...

I loved that people thought highly of me... But I wished that, even for a single second, I could feel the same way.

Behind my good girl facade was a dark secret...

A secret which walked with me for 12 long years.

I was bulimic.

My Best Friend... Paper and Pen

I didn't feel safe telling my bulimia story to anyone. So, I began writing poems about eating disorders in an attempt to understand my lonely secret...

I would never write the words bulimia or anorexia in my poetry... I'd always refer to them in a round about way... Then, If somebody found my poems, I'd be able to hide their true meaning...

My poems about eating disorders became my way of expression... They became my therapist and my friend.

I felt safe when I was alone, in my room, with my paper and pen.

Here's a poem about eating disorders that I wrote when I was 16 years old. At the time I was suffering from extreme bulimia... binging and purging up to 15 times per day...

This eating disorder poem is about my attempts to run away from bulimia - which (at this point) had always failed. It's about my desperation for my destructive cravings to be filled with something more substantial than food. For love. Love of myself...

 

It Conquers, Again

I wait...
I run...
I burn...
I scream...

But, nobody understands the pain.
They only hear the anger...

I try to escape,
but, too often, I fall.
And, from behind, it comes...
It conquers... Again.

Oh, how I long...
To end this emptiness...
But, when I think I understand...
I fall again!

I bleed.
I cry.
I hate.
I pray...

For this craving,
That's empty and destructive,
To be filled with love...
For myself.

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This is just one many poems about eating disorders I've written. I've submitted a few more through the form below - please feel free to do the same :)

 

Share your own poems about eating disorders...

I've shared my eating disorder poem to help others out there who may be suffering... I would really appreciate it if you would share your poetry too!

Your poetry will be extremely valuable! It lets other sufferers know that they're not alone.

Eating Disorder Poems Written By Others...

Click below to see poems from other visitors to this page...

Understand me 
What would you do if I told you the truth? Will you judge me or will you try to understand? I'm all alone in the big mess I'm all alone in a bubble …

That heart-breaking taste. 
I was sick today in my room in a bag on the floor on my own with tears streaming down my face in silence and you didn't know because …

A day with her. (Mia) 
You awaken from a disturbed sleep and can already feel her breath on your thoughts. She sits, watching you. Crouched in the corner of your …

Talking to myself. 
I'm sitting here in this body just thinking about how strange it is to have one. They say we have a soul..but no.. we ARE a soul...and we own a body. …

First Day 7 Times - Shaye's Bulimia Poem 
First day brings a new. Doubt spirals in my heart. First day sunrise hope Is questioned from the start. By the time is half, I long for first day …

(Poem about bulimia) An Addiction  
I am aware of my broken state of mind These troubling thoughts and dark secrets I hide There is a constant war waging inside and an addiction that wins …

stripping you bare 
Bullimia is an opportunist thief Stripping you of confidence and self belief Preying on you like a swooping hawk Stabbing away like a hungry fork You've …

stuggles 
When did I lose "control" ? I refused, I caved, I was guilty. My cycles got me in a bind. Still looking in the mirror. Still hating what I see. How …

Journey With Ed 
One day, I finally decided to be active and healthy. So I thought I should do more activities to keep me off not doing anything, especially with …

Everyday's the Same. 
I'll try and pretend I'm not breakin', I'll fake that same old smile, Its not the first time that I've lied, about all the pain I feel inside, I'll …

Dysfunctional 
Afraid of looking in the mirror Afraid of who is gazing back The part of me that hates her body The part of me that wants it back It's never easy to …

mirror, mirror 
Mirror, mirror on the wall Is this me? Is this my all? Am I perfect? am i fine? Do I need to keep myself in line? Do I need to get up at 5? And do …

The Voice 
Have I changed? Am I the same? Why do I always get the blame? Its not my fault! Its not my choice! Its all because of that stupid voice! The …

Being Me 
do you know what its like, to be me? to have these thoughts buzz round like a bee im hurt, scared and lonely too imagine all of this inside of you …

"Today" 
"Today, I won't push through hoping to someday see a lower number on the scale- I'll do it hoping to see my future. Today, I won't draw my confidence …

Stranger 
i stand in front of the mirror and wipe the fog away my vision is still hazy of why im ridding myself this way my hair is all in tangles my eyes …

words 
When I was young You told me words would never hurt me I believed you And then when I was a older... I'm sick so sick of her What's wrong with you …

i am sick 
I am sick, Sick of this lifestyle I am weak, But with this weakness I find strength I am cold, And in this coldness I need warmth I am hungry But …

My Own Hell 
I stand in the mirror, Starring back at the person That is before me What do I see? A 200lb girl, To fat to see her feet The truth? I'm a 76lb …

Lady B. is killing me. 
Lady B. is everywhere. She is just killing me. I can't handle it anymore.. She takes all my energy.. I don't want to do anything anymore.. I just want …

The mirror. 
The mirror, my friend. I would smile, With the Confidence I saw, Radiance and happiness no one could ignore. The mirror, my friend, who is this I …

Crazy Word Of A Bulimic 
Each day the same, I live this game, Don't know the way, Don't know how to play. I Need someone to explain, How to breathe again. Suffocate and die, …

Allow Me To Run - An Eating Disorder Poem 
Do you ever feel like running? Sprinting as fast as your body allows? Away, further still, from all the shit of this world... All the unwanted anger …

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Article by Shaye Boddington
Author of your-bulimia-recovery.com
and creator of The Bulimia Recovery Program and Community


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