I’m beginning to believe that the more calories I attempt to count, the less food I attempt to consume and the healthier I attempt to become is actually making me more anxious. My body resonates panic in a trembling state of confusion. It is confused after tapering off from 5 months of listening and responding to my body’s needs, I suddenly stopped responding accordingly and pulled it into a direction it is not ready. With each denial, I become more depressed, repressed, oppressed and more likely to succumb to my addictions, comfort food and shopping. And for what reason? In order to fit inside a superficial ideology that society has manufactured to make individuals feel unworthy of being loved.
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