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*Distorted perception
by Lisa-Dawn SparlingThe hunger in my stomach becomes a comfort,
It is a reward for trying so hard.
The numbers on the scales become the measurement,
To how I judge my discipline,
For how good I think I look.
If its not my stomach,
Its my thighs,
Or my arms,
Or my back.
Thriving off the control I have,
To ignore the fatigue,
To ignore the aches.
The hollow feeling in my stomach,
Becomes my friend,
Food becomes my enemy.
Distorted, exhausted,
I celebrate my two pound victory,
Only to find that it wasnt enough.
04/12/2003 Author's Note: This is an old battle I used to fight. This is not about how I am, it is about how I was.
Posted on 04/12/2003
Copyright © 2025 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/14/03 at 04:08 AM excellent way to express your personal victory..good for you and well written |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/16/07 at 09:08 AM Another one that I think says so much to so many. My daughter walked in the shoes of this poem at one time and, like you, is not obsessive about her weight. She now revels in her battle won. |
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