One of my best friends from college wrote this amazing poem about her own anorexia. It's just achingly beautiful and I had to share it here June 1st, 1942: 927 calories, 63° Fahrenheit
The first verse what is it like, to measure time in calories, each moment a caloric collection of seconds, each month a record of how many grapefruit eaten, how many pieces of cake or slices of cheese denied, days upon days stretching into the absence of every fat gram you did not eat, every desire you did not pursue, every dream you did not have.
June 1st, 1942: 927 calories, 63° Fahrenheit
The first verse
what is it like, to measure time
in calories, each moment a caloric collection
of seconds, each month a record
of how many grapefruit eaten, how many
pieces of cake or slices of cheese denied,
days upon days stretching into the absence
of every fat gram you did not eat,
every desire you did not pursue,
every dream you did not have.