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I have to keep reminding myself-
pound for pound-
that I am healthier now.
My collar bones no longer thrust
out of my skin like a vulture’s wings,
picking at my dying skin.
My ribs went back into hiding,
back into the secret place where
they overlook the beating center
My breasts are full as glasses of wine,
nurturing and cheerful,
fresh-faced little milkmaids.
My stomach like the moon
rising over the hills,
or dough yet waiting to be baked.
I watch my skin reshaping,
forming around a new body
as if I were a Grecian goddess
stepping out of marble.
Once a block- then defined
pound for pound.
She is naked in her confidence;
all soft white slopes,
as far as the eye can see.
pound for pound-
that I am healthier now.
My collar bones no longer thrust
out of my skin like a vulture’s wings,
picking at my dying skin.
My ribs went back into hiding,
back into the secret place where
they overlook the beating center
My breasts are full as glasses of wine,
nurturing and cheerful,
fresh-faced little milkmaids.
My stomach like the moon
rising over the hills,
or dough yet waiting to be baked.
I watch my skin reshaping,
forming around a new body
as if I were a Grecian goddess
stepping out of marble.
Once a block- then defined
pound for pound.
She is naked in her confidence;
all soft white slopes,
as far as the eye can see.
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Spelling Counts
The line read:
"Fallow your heart",
I wondered what more there was to say.
Fallow your heart, leave it
empty and waiting for a season
so love can grow, nourished,
in a replenished, whole ground.
Fallow your heart so it does not become
Worn and barren with overuse.
The line read "fallow your heart",
but the poem, overworked,
meant only "follow".
Please remember that spelling counts.
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Birdcage
Nothing ever happens the way you read in the history books. In war there are never two armies, there is only a field of men. Never a number of dead; but individual lives snuffed out. That is what the subject of history is, years shelved and decimalized. Birth and death, graphed to the simplicity of lines. Great wars a footnote to the next great war. The achievements of men and women plotted out against the bookmark of day, month and year.
And somewhere amongst this, my mother breathed. Somewhere danced in now long-closed nightclubs, laughed at jokes told by a younger version of my Father. And then the unpin-able moment she fell in love with
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7.34mm
A simple measurement
can make a man
lose himself; a blurring, no more
than a grainy smudge
a scant 7.34mm long
this rice-grain, seven weeks old
with one hundred and twenty nine
heartbeats per minute
all this, from a mere sesame-seed of a heart
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I've been recovering from an eating disorder for the last year.
The hardest part has been watching my real body come back after it stopped being beaten into submission.
The hardest part has been watching my real body come back after it stopped being beaten into submission.
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Beautifully described. You must be very strong to recover from something like this