One Pea is Too Many
Anorexia is gnawing at my body, mind and soul.
Every second of every minute of every day every fibre of my body, mind and soul is screaming, “you are fatter than yesterday”. Squeezing my fingers every day, to make sure I haven’t gained any weight. Religiously checking my wrist size, to make sure that no fat has settled over night. Hitting my stomach in response to my blubber. My diet consists of cigarettes and coffee. All this even though not one ounce of food has gone down my gullet for more than 6 weeks now. Friends and family can’t quite understand my struggle with anorexia. They say things like: “If you don’t eat soon, your organs will die.” “Just stick an F’ing fork in your mouth and swallow.” Even though people are telling me I look gaunt and have black circles under my eyes, I still feel fat.
This is the first piece in a series of short pieces:
One Pea is too Many, Part Three
One Pea is too Many, Part Four
One Pea is too Many, Part Five
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