I never thought I was a perfectionist
I had a messy room, messy bed, messy mind
And yet here I am listening to the growl of my stomach like a lullaby
Because I failed yet again
Because my 89 wasn't a 98
Because I sounded clingy on the phone
Because I walked home instead of ran
But I am a warped perfectionist
Because listening to hunger feels like giving up
I used to wonder how they did it
how I longed for "self control" and "discipline"
Now I measure out my almond milk unsweetened or I cry
If it's soy I scream
100ml is 13
I measure my cereal
30 grams is 113
I pretend I like my coffee black without sugar
And wonder when I got so good at counting
-Sophia
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Silent Struggles
ŞiirHi, I'm Sophia! This story is a collections or poems and writing that I have written about anorexia, bulimia, binge eating disorder, anxiety, feeling lonely, old, and more. Trigger Warning: If you are sensitive to any of these topics please don't re...
