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
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27 comments:
Brilliantly done. You have captured this moment and those feelings so well and so concisely. Really excellent take on the prompt. Well done.
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
yes,nicely captured that moments...
described so well ....
I feel her pain, but haven't reached that point yet. Well-written account.
Funny how I thought she had food poisoning up to that last line.
You have captured the misery of bulimia so very well.
Stark, precise, all too clear. Well done!
Good poem.
What a powerful little piece. So many people live in that hell and can't escape. Well done!
Her struggle is keen and sad. Well written!
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.
Such a terrible thing, Bulimia. Very well expressed.
A tragic tale, told so very very well.
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.
I loved this as it reminded me of my wife's pregnancies. She always prepared an extra meal for such events!
Wow--you nailed it. That's exactly what it's like.
Kate
Well done! I could so easily imagine this experience as I read.
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/
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)
a heartbreaking relationship with food - well written.
You've captured it so well!
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.
Thank you x
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.
Thank you Selma x
Well done. I went a similar way with my post. Food/eating is so much more complex than it appears.
Thanks for stopping by Kate x :o)
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