I can count her ribs. They stick out, protruding as I see her touch them when I walk past her open door. (Inspired by today's prompt: obsession. A story about bulimia/anorexia from a mother's viewpoin...
I've never struggled with body dysmorphia, anorexia, or bulimia and I can't imagine how difficult it is to live with that. I tried to write from that perspective in this poem. ❤︎ 🍃
What they don't tell you about eating disorders.
What they don't tell you about healing.
Quick note: this work contains content about eating disorders, vomiting, self hatred, and other body issues. ...
I can count her ribs. They stick out, protruding as I see her touch them when I walk past her open door. (Inspired by today's prompt: obsession. A story about bulimia/anorexia from a mother's viewpoin...
I've never struggled with body dysmorphia, anorexia, or bulimia and I can't imagine how difficult it is to live with that. I tried to write from that perspective in this poem. ❤︎ 🍃
What they don't tell you about eating disorders.
What they don't tell you about healing.
Quick note: this work contains content about eating disorders, vomiting, self hatred, and other body issues. ...