Moderation

When I was growing up, my mother told me often that “everything in moderation” was good for me.

Perhaps she could already see my extremities even then. As a Libra (represented by scales), I am perpetually amused that my life is not balanced at all.

Today I ate 2lbs of mini cucumbers for breakfast. I was so hungry that it felt like I would die from it. I woke up full of bile and acid.  I binged and purged my way through uncountable amounts of food last night. Never full enough to be satisfied; never empty enough to be loveable. To look at me you would never know. My fat rolls negate any signs of illness; the cellulite and stretch marks blind everyone to how sick I really am.

I left ballet untouched by my overdose of vegetables and raced wildly for dinner. Obsessed, demented, focused: all I could think about was tofu and rice. It is all I want to eat at any given time. It is on my safe list. Sometimes I can almost justify it.

I start eating and cannot stop. I register that I am full and continue to shovel anything-drowned-in-soy-sauce and acceptance down my raw, sore throat. When I am done, the panic sets in immediately. What have I done? What was I thinking when I imagined not throwing this back up? I pay and run from the restaurant like I am fleeing the hordes of hell. My demons keep pace.  I have about half an hour before I am meant to meet my boyfriend at home. I drive with purpose – agitated –  run inside and start purging the calories that are sloshing around my insides. The relief is instantaneous. I have minutes to spare before my boyfriend is home. I wipe my face, fix my makeup.

I find a bottle of wine and settle outside on a beautiful, end of summer evening. No one will ever know. Too empty, too full…all I know is it is not enough. I am not enough.

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4 thoughts on “Moderation

  1. whoreforthin says:

    I feel lately, when I’ve been binging, an overwhelming amount of nerves and panic even while I’m craming it in too. Perhaps I feel a bit desperate too. Except the purging hasnt been going really well not even successful in the least because I panic and get all nervous then too. It’s because my kids are around. And I don’t have the accurate amount of time needed to get it up. Idk why I’m sharing that but I am. Hugs, be careful with yourself, but then again who am I to tell you to be careful, lately I just feel like a wannabe, a self destructive wannabe.

  2. littlevoicetalks says:

    “I am not enough.” I say this daily. It may well be my epitaph.

    Little Voice
    Rests Here
    For She Was NOT ENOUGH.
    YET she looked like a WHALE.

    xx

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