when the body is not enough, or things that crossed my mind during NEDA Week 2016
ready to explode at any minute.
mass destruction is imminent in
every “it gets better!” post
I scroll past on social media
is a haunting reminder that
but still not sick enough.
I want so badly to one day
post about how I’m going to get better
But better is a silly operative term
my body is an open minefield:
could create a catastrophic explosion.
to question my food choices.
their comments are scathing
“Why are you trying to lose weight?”
“Why are you eating so healthy?”
As I pick at a measly salad
a friend makes a joke about
how self-starvation is really
becomes inherently disfigured
as I choke out a laugh, and lie:
“I’m not starving myself,
just trying to make good choices.”
when I get home that night,
I pinch the small layer of fat
I slap my stomach so hard
it stays purple for nearly a week.
a soldier of my own experience
everything I used to know
has disintegrated to dust.
but they keep rushing back:
to exist in this world as whole.
for so long I have been attempting to become beautifulto evolve into something I’m not quite. I’m afraid I am forever destined for mediocrity. for so long i havebeen attemptingto learn how to radically love myself. for so long i havebeen trying to wash my insides out. for so long i have been trying to become whole.I still am.