Those People Who Like to Starve Themselves

“Those People Who Like to Starve Themselves”
You said so easily
So casually
So dismissively
An edge of disdain haunting your voice
With the echo of my misery.

You mean those people with eating disorders?
The ones like me?
The skeletons
The zombies
The real-life undead
Ghosts shackled in the chains of imperfection
Dieting
Starving
Binging
Purging
Never ending
Cycle
Followed by those with an ED.

“Just eat.”
Your kind snap
You order
And you abuse
But it’s not that fucking easy
Can’t you see?
Can’t you tell?
I’m trying so hard
But to eat for me is living hell
And your shallowness appalls me
Your lack of compassion
Only confirms narcissism
As the newest trend
To fuel my agony.

But the ironic thing about this situation
Is that your kind
The “normal” ones
Hate us not for our unpredictable instability
Pity us not for our addictive disease
But envy us for our thinness
The slender
Slim
Sexy
Bodies
This new day and age
Covets with rage and greed.

Narcissism
America’s fatal phase
Perfection
The last word whispered
On the lips of those like me
The ones with an ED
Those people who like to starve themselves…