Content Creator: Aman Sahva Content Editor: Safa Sajith Designer: Halima Asif Kiara: They call it a “disorder”! I chose sandwiches and burgers over A glass of red wine and a cigar to chill. It is a relief and I find my solace. Extreme hunger signals stress and anxiety. My plum cheeks, fallen tummy, blown up legs... I reflected on what I ate, Couldn't find the next size after XXXXL. Yes, I was no more spotted on beaches and in pools. Selene: They say I am "sick" Each bite I take in is stressful Cheesecakes and macaroons: Sweeter-scary nightmares. I starve for days and months, Overwhelmed by my weight. I burn in hassle during dinner parties. Yes, I count calories more than memories. Neo: They say it is weird to find men with this "illness". I lose myself while I eat. I can speak better than I can eat. The dining table is where I cruciate. My fork slips and clutter food I just sleep with a half-filled stomach as always. I am either spotted under the stairs Or in washrooms with my lunch kits during breaks all alone. Yes, I dare myself not to shed my confidence. Every bit and every bite is a dare. Every effort you take, Every thought to grow- From what you go through MATTERS! Recovery is possible through rewiring and balancing!
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ANAM HASSAN
6/17/2021 12:43:35 am
LOVE THIS POEM...ITS SO REALISTIC AND BEAUTIFUL!!
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