11

11

A Poem by Authoress

And that, 
my friends, 
is yet another person 
who knows about my 
eating disorder. 
That makes 11. 
They all have the 
power to tell 
someone; my parents, 
my teachers, 
authority of any kind. 
They could at 
any second 
decide I'm beyond 
my own help 
and call my house
or email my
instructors
or force me to do
so - and I have
to pretend like I'm not
jumpy at the thought
of that.

My mom thinks I
have a friend with
an eating disorder.
She doesn't think
it's me.
I hope.

This could get so
out of control so quickly,
and I'd lose all
that I've worked
so hard to gain - 
the space between my
thighs back, a stomach
with less rolls - in
being forced to take
depression pills
and go to counseling
and "just talk to us!"

I'm so scared.

Someone will slip.

Someone will find out.

It might kill me.

© 2014 Authoress


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Added on November 29, 2014
Last Updated on November 29, 2014
Tags: eating disorder, eating disorders, EDs, depression, anxiety, disorder, mental illness, self-hate, self hate, help, trust, friends, people, fear, scared, death, suicide, kill, starvation

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