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Life With Bulimia

Life with Bulimia
There's a girl I know with bulimia,
I wonder if you can relate to her...

There's a girl I know with bulimia,
She loves her food but it got the best of her.
She loves cooking, the smell and adores the taste,
She could always finish of a mountain on her plate.

The problem was she felt huge and she felt fat,
but at 5'7 weighing 10 stone others said she wasn't that.
She couldn't see what others saw,
she saw rolls of fat in places of more than four.

Food was now her enemy, it was the reason she was this big,
but because of her great appetite she couldn't change a pizza for a fig.
So her result was to get rid of the enemy from her body,
to get the body she desired, if only.

She decided to take this journey and tell her family and friends,
people who she thought would be there till the very end.]
But this wasn't the case, they called her 'an ****' and 'stupid'
and made her think towards her, everyone was filled with hatred.

They said they wouldn't be there nor support her on this journey,
she felt so isolated and the words they said really hurt her.
She felt worthless, fat, and stupid anyway,
She will always believe the words her family and friends said to her that day.

Because of this she felt there was nobody she could talk to,
and every day she carried on 'going to the loo'
She was abandoned by the fact she had no-one
and because of this life had taken away all of its fun.

They said it was a choice she had made,
but her psychological illness had made her true sight fade.
There were some that abandoned her, but some others still wanted to know...
Why she had to do this to herself and why she had hit this all time low.

The people that still wanted to talk to her,
she felt so worthless that she didn't deserve to be there.

She pushed those people away,
for she wasn't worth their time anyway.
I mean who has time for a fat, ugly stupid person?
She felt there must only be one reason and she didn't want it.
Sympathy.


Someone had tried to get her to stop, and guilt tripped her with everything he could.
But if people really knew how she felt or thought, they wouldn't be so quick to judge.
She knew she needed help, but wasn't prepared to accept it.
She wouldn't stop until she was skinny and fit.

Think of all the smokers and drinkers you know,
they won't stop until they are ready to so...
With both of these things and bulimia, it takes away their innocence.
They have an issue with cigarettes and drink, she has an issue with food.
What's the difference?

I forgot to mention this woman has a 3 year old girl,
and her daughter to her means the whole wide world.
She doesn't judge, nor say horrible things,
but she doesn't know mummy's head is playing her like a puppet on strings.

This little girl doesn't know what her mummy is going through,
all she knows is shortly after food, mummy needs to 'go to the loo.'
If it wasn't for this little girl, this woman wouldn't be here today,
because one day she would have taken too many pills and gone on her way.

But now the days are dark and bleak again,
most days upon her bed she; s fully lain.
'What's the point? ' She says, 'What's life got to offer? '
She thinks 'I've got no-one' and nobody loves her.

In this low point and depressive state,
chocolate and crisps are now upon her plate.
She brings it back up for she hate's herself for eating this way,
but she hates herself more for the way she feels every day.

The depression makes her feel worse,
and doesn't listen to anyone's advice or nice words.
Most days she will be in her bed sleeping,
whilst her daughter is on her own playing freely.

She feels worse for now she is a bad mum,
but she cannot get out of her own head, and with her daughter have some fun.
The world is crashing down around her and she cannot find a way out,
she just wants to hide and be out of sight.

Bulimic, depressed, worthless, isolated and low self esteem.
This isn't just about anyone, this poems about me.

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