u were so tiny in bed , next to me like that. i wanted to put my mouth all over u and over again
ur bed was that ocean i only wade in. 219 more words
In case you haven’t read it yet, Part One can be found here.
I keep having a battle with my mind. My rational side keeps telling me that I’ve made the right choice by choosing recovery, but my irrational one keeps telling me I made a mistake and I’m not actually sick – that all these people are making it up. 1,794 more words
The idea behind this installation is based on my personal experiences with eating disorders. I like that the skele is gender ambiguous. The weighing scale and the use of cutlery represents the constant struggle between the body’s primal instinct to nourish and the mental desire to be bone-thin. 397 more words