Dinners should be a luxury in concerted cultivation households,
But it was the worst part of each day because of your praise-seeking tolls.
Sure, you fed my stomach and sought to found generations of culinary tradition,
But little do you realize that you fostered my appetite's detrimental addictions.

The dining room was a reformatory and I dreaded the table's restraints.
They left scars all over my psyche as you told me I couldn't leave until I finished my plate.
The taste began to dull but you commanded me not to be wasteful.
The culture of gluttony is under-stigmatized, and the conditioning of over-satiety is disgraceful.

I freely practice overindulgence now, more than I was ever forced to as a kid,
Because it's step 1 in the process of a binge/purge method of trying to stay thin.
I'm a victim to a number which somehow determines all of my worth,
Because weight gain is pricey, and I can't afford your opinions of how my shape is averse.

Semester break suspends me back to your jailhouse, and once again, you have all the power.
I have regressed to my childhood routines that deprive me of dignity and leave me cowered.
To my future self, or those who love me, I'm sorry in advance for the tendence I require,
These uncontrollable habits could either result in my demise, or mold one hell of an E.D. survivor.



Friday 27 December 2024