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Starvation
TW // bulimia
My stomach growls and churns in my chest
My head spins as nausea overloads my body
But relief floods my brain knowing I’m empty
I close my eyes clenching my stomach and smile
My skin was hypersensitive, my eyes ringing, and my eyes dilated
My breathing is quick but soft
The hunger changes my senses, destroys my thinking
As I close my eyes colors swirl around my mind as vomit rises in my throat
I look in the mirror and see a filthy beast staring back
“Look at you, oily, fat, no wonder no one wants you.”
It repeats several times, as tears flow into my eyes
I can’t even bear to look down and face my body
I feel the stares of family members as I avoid the food
The fat boy who usually always eats not eating?
"I must be sick," they say, I hear their whispers fill the room
My heart races as I stand still, feeling like the worlds spinning around me
I sit alone in my kitchen, starring at a plate with microwaved food on it
I cry, I sob violently as I can’t even bring myself to bite it
I always lose this battle and throw the food away
Fearing that if I’m not starving then I won’t feel “better”
I feel the overwhelming hunger creep onto my shoulders
I seriously think about eating, about shoving food item after food item down my throat
But I stop and think to myself
“If I eat, will he love me?”
So convinced that the only way I’d ever find love is to be skinny
Convinced by my reflection that this body is so grotesque that no one would love it
I close my eyes, sobbing in my bed
Only to drift to sleep in a dream where I had a slim waist
Waking up and walking to the kitchen in my sadness
I end up losing my battle of will and eating
I feel better, momentarily
Only for the cycle to repeat itself in the next few days
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My name is Matthew Floyd. I'm a 15-year-old, gay teen, and I suffer from an eating disorder called bulimia. I write poetry as a form of releasing my emotions and saying what's on my mind, so I thought I would share my experience on how bulimia affects me.