Fat.
It’s a word that’s sitting in my stomach with weights tied to its feet. It’s floating down past the food I binged on and then it’s watching the purge; making the toxic cycle complete.
It’s eating up space in my mind, this obsessive outlook about the size of my thighs.
I think I’d be happier, more loveable, and more confident if I was skinnier. I lie to everyone and myself about wanting to lose weight to be healthy when it’s all about the exteriors.
I know it’s not true, just my brain trying to make me want it more, by using a twisted methodology it has always used before. My beautiful brain tries so hard to be helpful but, the whispered insults about my body to spur on change are only making me miserable.
I remind myself that the clawing voices in my mind won’t go away because I’m thinner, and I won’t magically love what’s in the mirror even if I weighed nothing more than a feather.
But, I like the grass.
No, not the bits of green in the salad, but the blades that reside on the other side of the mirror, where I assume the stars all shine clearer and of course my body is the type of unachievable perfection I’ve forever been dreaming of.
body dysmorphia is my best friend - t.k.o.
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Ovida Delect (deceased)
Gender: Transgender woman
Sexuality: Lesbian
DOB: 24 April 1926
RIP: 9 October 1996
Ethnicity: White - French
Occupation: Poet, writer, politician, activist, spy
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holding my own hand by judas h. ( @judas-redeemed ) image id in alt
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Patti Smith performs in the United Kingdom. Circa 1970
📷 Dick Barnatt/Redferns/GettyImages via Rolling Stone Magazine
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There are two men at this table and between them they have 5 personalities plus this other guy psychically beaming his evil personality into their minds. Worst dinner date in recorded human history. Pretty average day for Poet though.
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my fragile mind remains
conflicted and overwhelmed;
strings of fate tug
every which way.
know that what will come
is of our own volition, and
i will not leave you alone.
if you died here,
i would carry you home.
"beyond superficial."
d.b.a
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Purpose
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How many times must I be reminded
Fire cannot be gentle?
Try as I might,
My flames engulf the innocent.
Reaching out for an embrace
Leaves you burnt.
Leaves me cold.
How dare I try to be anything
Other than violent?
x
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The song you showed me is now my favorite.
Tea you made me when I was for the first time in your house,
I drink it all the time
Snowdrops, cakes, siting outside, sun, color blue and cats.
I've never really liked those things,
But I like you.
Everything you adore, becomes my favorite thing.
Is that how love feels?
~ER.
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Two zero when tied together becomes infinity, so is you and me.
-Yash
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