Sunday, 20 February 2011

Food - Sunday Scribblings # 255



She stared down at the bowl of the toilet, eyes red, knuckles sore, back aching, and looked at the food.
Food that had moments ago been the answer to everything.
Reaching for some tissue, she wiped her mouth and threw it on top, then flushed it away.
It was done.
She took a deep breath that quivered as she exhaled, then headed down the stairs to the kitchen, to start all over again.


Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt 255 - Food

27 comments:

Susannah said...

Brilliantly done. You have captured this moment and those feelings so well and so concisely. Really excellent take on the prompt. Well done.

jaerose said...

Tireless..the love and hate of food..the love and hate of an addiction..perfectly and (although clear in it's description) subtlety captured..Jae

Rashmi said...

yes,nicely captured that moments...
described so well ....

Lilibeth said...

I feel her pain, but haven't reached that point yet. Well-written account.

Mamma has spoken said...

Funny how I thought she had food poisoning up to that last line.

jabblog said...

You have captured the misery of bulimia so very well.

JTS said...

Stark, precise, all too clear. Well done!

Danny Earl Simmons said...

Good poem.

Raven said...

What a powerful little piece. So many people live in that hell and can't escape. Well done!

Catherine Denton said...

Her struggle is keen and sad. Well written!

Old Altonian said...

What can one say except: "Oh dear, not another one!"
The main thing is that you have described the moment very well with some very good writing.

anthonynorth said...

Such a terrible thing, Bulimia. Very well expressed.

Elaine said...

A tragic tale, told so very very well.

Christine said...

I have had those thoughts. So disgusted in myself for eating the 6 donuts out of anguish, never could let them go though, just laid on the couch feeling bad about it.

oldegg said...

I loved this as it reminded me of my wife's pregnancies. She always prepared an extra meal for such events!

eveningstarjilly said...

Wow--you nailed it. That's exactly what it's like.
Kate

Kylie said...

Well done! I could so easily imagine this experience as I read.

sharplittlepencil said...

I battled bulimia for quite a while and have written about it but had not posted yet... perhaps for Awakenings. Yet you have, as Jae said, the love/hate of the addiction (one prefers to think of it as a ritual, but one would be lying to oneself! That's the Jane Austen version, anyway). Graphic, effective, and the prompt is captured perfectly... in porcelain. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/02/20/honeymoon-and-garlic-writers-isle-sun-scribs/

Deborah said...

Thankfully this was drawn from long ago in my past, not my present. I felt a little nervous posting it for some reason, but I'm glad I did now, thank you all everso much for your comments x :o)

Understanding Alice said...

a heartbreaking relationship with food - well written.

Mary said...

You've captured it so well!

earlybird said...

As I read it I thought you must have experienced this and now I've read the comments I realise this is so. Brave post, Deborah. Thanks.

Deborah said...

Thank you x

Selma said...

This was hard for me to read. My sister was bulimic in her teens and almost destroyed herself. Even now, in her 40s, she has an ambivalent attitude to food. You write with such insight. Very powerful.

Deborah said...

Thank you Selma x

Kate said...

Well done. I went a similar way with my post. Food/eating is so much more complex than it appears.

Deborah said...

Thanks for stopping by Kate x :o)