Anorexia – A Poem by Ian Lepkowsky

Every morning.
Every single morning.
I wake up and see a beast in my mirror.
I wake up and see a monster for a reflection.
I wake up and see my disgusting self staring right back at me.
I could almost swear I’ve gained a hundred pounds in my sleep.
I can see it in my face.
I can see it in my hips.
I can see it in my arms.
I can see it in my legs.
I can see it everywhere.
Is that a body or a blob?
I knew I shouldn’t have eaten so much yesterday.
Today will be stricter, no more splurging.
2 sticks of celery, 3 saltines, a handful of nuts, 2 glasses of orange juice
That was yesterday’s fatso diet.
Today I’ll cut out one of the saltines and a glass of orange juice.
Maybe then I can finally be thin and attractive.
My doctor tells me that I’m too skinny.
Everyone tells me that I’m too skinny.
Why are they all lying to me?
Why do they all want me to be fat?
All I want is a beautiful body.
Maybe tomorrow will be different.

Ian Lepkowsky

Ian is a passionate writer searching for personal transformation through unconditional self expression. He's also a philosopher, artist, and creator that's interested in video games and food and stuff.

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