Writing a play about eating disorders

[hello_elle]

Hi guys! I'm not entirely sure where this thread should go, so I'm going to post one in each :)
Basically, I am writing a play (or a short, I'm not sure yet) and I was wondering if any of you have anything - a sentence, a bit of a poem or even just a bit long rant! - that you think is relevant to your struggle or highlights a certain aspect of living with an ED that you think is important. It can be anything, seriously - even it is just you going off on a tangent - as long as you wrote it yourself. I might not use it word for word, but it would be really nice to see what people write.

I know exactly what I'm going to call my piece but it is the username of a WhyEat friend of mine so I really need to check with her first that it's okay.

So yeah, you can post it on this thread or if you'd rather, ask me for my email address :)

[LightHeartedLightHeaded]

I guess this is rant form.
I'm sure you could manage to morph it to sentences.


Thinks: Anxiety getting higher and higher, I can't bear it anymore. There it
goes,everything is wrong, this is wrong... I shouldn't be doing this. I'm horrible, to commit such crime, i'm going to be punished, i'm sure i'm going to be punished. *swallows first bite*

[stretto]

Here's a bit of a rant you could use. It's cool that you're writing a play! Will you post it when you're done? :]

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Nothing is ever enough.

You starve and starve and exercise till you pass out, but in the end you could have exercised more, you could have eaten less. You always could have done more and when you look back on it you wonder why you didn't. When your marks come back, you know you should've worked more at the homework, put more time into your studies, done more so that the mark you're seeing wouldn't be so disappointing. If only I were smarter, stronger, thinner...

Even when you start recovering, you first have to deal with not feeling like you're sick enough to need it, and then you're not eating enough, you're not gaining enough, you're not trying hard enough. Because in your head, you're never good enough. You'll never be perfect, and that is what breaks you.

[miamiamiasick]

Being alone is the worst... sitting around, trying to take your mind of the food you know that is in the cupboard, twitiching, reading a book but almost all your concentration is on food..
You slowly walk to the kitchen, open the cupboard door, and quickly eat all the food you can.
Now its guilt time, you look in the mirror and all you see is fat and uglyness, you hate yourself, you want to scream and cry, thinking Why Why Why!? The only way to make yourself feel a tiny bit better is to hurl over the toilet and get all that food back up.
The only thing is with mia, your NEVER going to be satisfied with what you see in the mirror, you hate yourself 24/7. All you do is think about food, about avoiding food, about binges, food food food..