Anorexia

By Kelsey McComb 

Content warning: mentions of anorexia and eating disorders 

 

The numbers on  

The bathroom scale  

Were not 

Just numbers to me  

Anymore.  

They turned into  

The thing that determines my worth. 

A reminder  

That I’m still not skinny enough  

To be loved yet.  

A reminder that  

I still need to lose more weight. 

Maybe I shouldn’t eat today.  

 

When I heard the comments like  

“You want more food?”  

And “are you sure you need more?”  

My appetite began to wither away.  
 

When I started rapidly losing weight 

Everyone congratulated me  

And said I looked good. 

But when they say 

I look good  

All I hear is 

“You’re not sick enough, yet.”  

 

When people tell me 

I’m getting thinner and thinner 

It gives me more motivation  

To continue  

The vicious cycle of  

Anorexia. 

 

So I began eating less  

And less  

And less 

Until the numbers on the scale 

Would drop 

Rapidly. 

 

When someone asks how I do it 

I say “I don’t know, eat healthy and exercise.”  

I should listen  

To my own words 

Because starving myself  

And spending countless  

Hours looking in the mirror  

Is not “eating healthy and exercising”.  
 

It is a death sentence. 

 

I spend most of my time 

Scrolling through my Instagram feed  

Looking at cake 

Or cookie recipes  

Imagining the  

Calories in  

Each 

Individual 

Ingredient.  

 

I say all bodies are beautiful  

So why am I  

Having a hard time accepting mine?  

 

Anorexia is not the 

Dizziness 

Fatigue  

Osteoporosis  

Loss of menstruation 

Dehydration  

Low body temperature  

Sensitivity to cold  

Low blood pressure  

Bruising  

And 

Hair loss. 

 

Anorexia is also the  

Guilt  

Shame  

Pain 

Scorn  

Heart-break  

And tears. 

 

I consider  

Every body 

Beautiful 

But when it comes to mine  

I always  

Manage to  

Make an exception 

To shame it.  
 

My hips are too wide  

Even though my 

Pelvic bone is sticking out. 

My stomach isn’t flat enough  

Even though I can see my ribs.  

My thighs are too big  

Even though my sister  

Said she would kill to look like me. 
 

Sticks and stones  

Never broke my bones  

But words broke me so much  

I starved my body  

Until the only thing left of me  

Was skin and bones.  
 

This poem talks about my personal struggle with anorexia. I started struggling with it in September, 2020. I’m currently two months into recovery! I wanted to write this because it is so important to talk about eating disorders and the effects they can have on someone mentally and physically. Members of society have glamorised the idea of having an eating disorder, when the reality of it is not so cute.  

If you are struggling with an eating disorder and/or disordered eating, a step I found helpful is to tell a trusted adult. Telling someone automatically makes it easier. Once you’ve told someone you trust, you can figure out steps to help get yourself recovered. And I promise recovery is SO worth it! 

Some great resources I found very helpful in my recovery! — ANAD , NEDA , Liv Label Free  

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