Excellent read. Maybe it’s what you need to hear today….or some day in the future. It’s still good to know that you’re not alone.
I used to wait for my roommates to go to sleep so I could creep down the hallway into the kitchen and fill a bowl with food.
It was odds and ends of the things I could find in the fridge and I would eat until I reached the bottom of the bowl. I never told anyone how I was a vacuum cleaner at night, that I was trying to fill some kind of emptiness inside of me. It was a secret sworn between me & cutlery & the 1am hour.
I’d cry & I’d cry & I’d cry. And no one knew the desperation that visited me when I no longer knew how to control myself. How I just wanted to shrink smaller, smaller, smaller until I could disappear. Who taught me to be less? Who taught me to be so fragile?
My mama is like a gust…
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