Not ever one will understand the heart and mind of those struggling with an eating disorder. My desire for control and my complete lack of control.; my love of food and the intense pleasure from tasting food; the wanting to look one way, but wanting to eat more; the relief felt from vomiting my meals up. All of these things left me feeling empty.
Below are posts that I wrote while dealing with my "friend" MIA (bulimia) and how I over came this bondage.
a series of poems i wrote while struggling with bulimia
