Poems About Eating Disorders
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Poems About Eating Disorders (In-depth Anorexic Poems)

We have included five poems about eating disorders in this anthology. If you enjoy reading poetry, you are aware of how powerful words can be. They are able to do something that no other media can: capture a feeling or an experience.

Poems About Eating Disorders

Poems About Eating Disorders

We are constantly being inundated with messages regarding our weight and appearance. Many people battle tendencies toward eating disorders. Some folks overeat and then purge.

Others severely limit their food intake and engage in excessive exercise. All of this is done to get the “ideal” figure. A simple desire to improve one’s health can easily develop into a crippling obsession.

Each poems about eating disorders depicts the tale of a person who struggles with their body image and relationship to food. These poems about eating disorders are meant to help anyone who is struggling with an eating disorder by offering them insight, understanding, and support.

1. Now You’ve Recovered by Charles A Cino

When you recover, what will you do?
When you recover, will you still be you?
Will you be stronger, will you be new,
When you recover from what you’ve been through?

Can life get better than it was before?
Will you realize your dreams and improve your score?
Will people still remember your name,
Or will they forget you because they’re ashamed?

Life in recovery may not be the same.
The rules may have changed in this brand new game.
You can pick up the pieces and make a new start,
And courage and hope keep you from falling apart.

The world all around you seems different and changed.
Things that once were now seem out of range,
But you can recapture your life and fulfill
The dreams that were lost when you took ill.

The journey to wellness takes time and is long,
And those that get well are exceptionally strong.
For depression can kill, but you have survived.
Your goal to recover has kept you alive.

Now you’re recovered, what will you do?
You suffered and conquered and saw it through.
Back from the black and abyss of despair,
It is time to move on; it is time to care.

2. My Not-Addiction by Sydney W.

It’s not an addiction,
Really it’s not.
But that mirror,
It’s a source of affliction.

Not long ago,
I could look in that mirror
And see nothing wrong at all,
But now I’ve got nothing to show.

The pressure to be perfect,
It tears away at my body.
At first it looked like nothing,
But it had a side effect.

I wanted to be one of them,
One of those girls everyone envied.
But the price to pay was my body,
Not a small pretty diamond gem.

It was never enough,
No matter what I did.
The skipped meals
Turned my image rough.

But will it ever be worth it?
I stare and ask myself.
My image in the mirror,
Kept begging just to quit.

It became a nightly thing,
Standing on that scale.
And I was pleased to see
That the pounds kept dropping.

My hair was starting to thin.
My bones began to show.
Everything was different.
The desire was starting to win.

The pain I was putting myself through,
The constant suffering,
Everything was just a blur,
But nobody ever knew.

I don’t starve anymore,
But I could if I tried.
It was a part of my life,
Now just a closed door.

It’s not an addiction,
Really, it’s not.
But that mirror,
It’s a source of affliction.

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3. I’m Your Disease by Jodi More

Sucked like a vacuum, I held my fear,
built up anger you want to hold near.

Shaking and trembling is what I feel,
purging my thoughts is how I heal.

Feelings of emptiness that have no depth.
Disappointment climbs the walls inside my chest.

You’ve lied to me all these years,
holding in the pain that has caused so many tears.

You think you’re strong, but I make you weak.
I know the truth you’re looking to seek.

You thought you had control over me all these years.
I’m your friend when you looked into your mirror.

You think you can forget me and run and hide.
I’m the only one who has stuck by your side.

I’ve given you comfort and relief.
Why now do you treat me like a thief.

I’ve stolen from you your sense of pride,
not letting you see that you are beautiful on the inside.

I’ve come to steal your strength and health.
Don’t look to me to give you wealth.

You’ve been fighting this battle all alone.
Haven’t you figured it out that you can’t do this on your own?

This has been our secret for so long.
Do you have the courage to make you strong?

I’m the monster you won’t admit,
afraid that now you’ll have to commit.

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4. Finding A Voice by Emily E. Williams

I scream, yet I am not heard.
I try to talk, but my mouth won’t open.
I am not myself anymore,
but I can tell that to no one.

It talks through my mouth
And always shouts and screams.
It tells me I’m not good enough
and stamps on all my dreams.

It tears me from my loved ones
and rips their hearts in two,
for they think that I’m dying,
but it says that that’s not true.

They say I’m in denial,
but it says there’s nothing wrong,
I’m so confused and lost.
I feel like I don’t belong.

It’s a part of me now.
I know I’m never alone,
for it’s always there with me,
even when I’m on my own.

But life doesn’t feel worth living,
and I just want to cry.
I want to be myself again,
But it’s too difficult to try.

I let it control me now,
as it has stuck to me.
Although it lies to everyone,
I know I can never be free.

But as the months go by,
I know that I’m growing weak,
and at the rate I’m going,
my future is looking bleak.

My friends talk to me,
and I just want to reply,
but it tells them that I’m okay,
and I know that it’s a lie.

I start to think that maybe
everyone might have been right,
but it tells me that they’re lying,
and I am filled with fright.

I don’t want to die,
but I’m terrified I might.
No one else can save me.
It’s me who has to fight.

But I still cannot talk,
as it controls my mind,
so I just keep on lying,
leaving my friends behind.

I cannot fight the voice,
for it’s far too strong,
I don’t know who I am without it.
It’s been in my head for too long.

I’m trapped in my own head,
but I know I must resist,
for if I keep believing it,
I will not to exist.

No doctor is lying to me,
no loved one wants me to die,
but it is controlling me
and making me constantly lie.

I know the truth
somewhere inside of me,
and all I can do now
is resist that voice daily.

It’s tough to fight the voice
every single day.
But I know it’s best for me.
I want to be okay.

The road is long and winding,
and the battle is uphill,
but recovery is the only way out,
as eating disorders can kill.

I am myself again now,
after many years,
and while it is still present,
I do not listen to its jeers.

My life is for me to live,
not to just survive.
Beating my eating disorder
was the only way to thrive.

Recovery is possible.
You can fight the voice.
You can regain control.
Recovery is your choice.

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5. The Lies She Told by Mika Wright

When she smiles and laughs,

It no longer sounds hollow,

For she has learned

To mask her sorrow.

She’s so uncertain

Of why she is sad.

Her life is fine now.

Why does it hurt so bad?

Tears won’t fall.

She forgot how to cry.

Most of the time

She just wants to die.

She’s obsessed with this concept

That skinny is perfect.

She pukes if she eats

Just trying to feel worth it.

She looks in the mirror

And hates what she sees.

She slices her skin

Screaming, “I don’t wanna be me!”

But by tomorrow

No one will know

She’ll smile and laugh.

The scars won’t show.

They think she is better.

They couldn’t be more wrong.

She plays the part well.

They think she is strong.

Now and again

Someone sees past her mask.

They study her face

And quietly ask.

She looks back smiling

And she says, “I’m fine,”

But the sad truth is

She always lies.

Every year, the final week of February is dedicated to National Eating Disorders Awareness Week. It’s time to spread knowledge about these conditions, provide services to individuals who are struggling, and show support to them.

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