Don’t forget about me, she says
As She twines her hands inside my hair
And yanks me close so I can hear
Her evil whisper in my ear.
Just when I’m doing great
And I can be myself again,
She jumps up on my back;
I can’t fight off the attack.
Don’t do this on your own, She says
Referring to my life.
She says, You need me, yes
And when She does this, I regress.
Just when I’m feeling better,
She throws herself right in my face
And I’m drowning, but just She
Can save me from the sea.
Don’t let go of me, She pleads
When I feel I’m getting well
And I cry and She feels better then
Until I’m doing fine again.
Just when I’m being positive
And I’m surrounded by good thoughts,
She breaks inside and screams
Until I let Her in my dreams.
Don’t forget about me, She says
As She pulls me closer still.
But at least for now I push Her away,
Tell Her I’m great, tell Her I’m great,
At least She’s gone just for today
And with Her went self-hate.
(c) Arielle Lee Becker 2004
I wrote this 4 years ago. It describes the kind of conversation I feel a person can have with an eating disorder--or at least part of an eating disordered mind. This poem speaks to me of the kind of desperation I used to feel when I was trying to get out...or at least wanted to recover, but Anorexia kept dragging me back, calling me back, or was causing me to slip up in my attempts to be rid of Her. I personified Anorexia because it's interesting and also--I think--easier to imagine being clutched at by a person rather than a concept or a disease. In the same fashion, I think it is easier to imagine breaking away from a person rather than an intangible element of your own brain. This poem also shows the day by day kind of mindset I had to go through to eventually get to where I am now. You can't just say "good bye" to something that has essentially ruled you for a long time, and run away free and clear. It doesn't work that way, as nice as that would be. You have to take it step by step, day by day. If you can be rid of it (or as my poem says, Her) for one day, you are that much closer to your goal. And though She may be back again tomorrow, you can try again to break away. Before you know it, you'll be pretty damn good at living your own life, fighting back. And later still, you will realize you are free at last.