…how not to treat the self…


35 and more pounds later

the hole inside still refuses to cease fire

and it will not at all relent

unless one ceases to insist

in protest the body lets go

its frame already chronically ailed

no longer able to bear well the pain


*E.E: Emotional Eater (an abbreviation self-coined after the A.A. model)

For some, it is the alcohol; for others, food. Overusing it, that is. To numb acute sensations. Or to lessen the inborn high sensitivity of emotions when reacting to life. Bluntly put: being self-destructive. Due to the inability to accept rejection by an other [sic]. Or by one’s self.

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