My first experience with pain, and how I deal with it even today. Share your own!
It all began one Thanksgiving
When little 12-year-old me saw
A slavering, ravenous mob of
Loved ones shoving ripping and tearing
The turkey apart to satisfy their cravings,
Gravy oozing unnoticed down their necks
and small vicious stabs of utensils into their
stationary prey, and the look of relief,
of unearned ecstasy plastered over their faces.
How easy it was to hate them.
How easy is still is.
They tell me I'm the one who's sick
But they don't know that their addiction
is killing them every, single, day.
My way is the only one I know of that kills slower
that's why I don't eat: I consume.
And I do it on my own terms.
Many have tried to break me of this
But I've had more success breaking them.
Some have even joined my anorexic revolution
And I hope you will do the same.
Join the welcoming vortex of screaming rejoicing