Here's another poem I wrote along the lines of the one I wrote yesterday. It's a little depressing, but then, eating disorders are depressing. No point in glossing over that or pretending my past didn't happen. As depressing as parts of it have been, it's also made me who I am, and for that I'm grateful.
I'm taking a poetry class right now, and I'm finding I don't have many powerful events from my life to write about. Sadly, much of my life has been consumed by an eating disorder, which I guess is a powerful event all its own. Understandably, much of my poetry focuses on it, the feelings its... Continue Reading →