A Letter to My Body
An Insight on the Relationship Between the Body and Mind in Healing From an Eating Disorder
I viewed distantly,
remorseless,
as your skin drained of multi-color,
as your muscle was burned off.
Your stomach dented in as if
the demon carved out a place to stay,
and your legs grew too anemic to walk.
I cursed you, for being what you should.
As you fought to gain
some health,
I extracted it from you out of
resentment.
I pushed
I pushed
without fear.
Weakness made you cold -
and I tortured you,
for I hated the shivers you gave me.
I killed you,
tender bones,
so I could be as light as air.
I robbed your life luster.
I possibly robbed you forever of obtaining
such euphoria.
Though what I fear most,
is my daily temptation to discard your
worth again.
I cry in deep remorse,
long after I've starved you away,
from watching your attempts to revamp
and fail due to malnourished ligaments.
You suffer the casualties;
cursed with symptoms you never had
before -
every physical pain enclosing the places
I should have loved
though instead I loathed.
I have failed comprehending
why you haven't given up
on this human who has done nothing
but break you.
***
See more of my writing on my Instagram page!
About the Creator
Alivia Evans
Writing Blogger
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.