living in America, we all suffer from an eating disorder.

unless you raise your own food, I guess. Or you don't live in America.

I like "unemployed, fired by my body". Makes me laugh.

Oh wow, this is very stunning and I'm almost lost for words. There are so many beautiful lines in this piece, I won't bother picking them out. Amazing job.

Thanks for the review on "Down Another Rabbit Hole". I actually agree with you, and am working on changing the second stanza which I'm not wild about either.

Rowan.

"or sucking on an ice cube/to cool your frayed nerves and/so it looks like you are eating./(it feels like eating)/(what is this feel?)"

That part stands out to me so much. It's like...it could be a poem on its own. It sums up the whole idea, the whole feel of this piece. Shivers and chills...

You are so amazing! I love the way you describe the never ending cycle. I also suffer from an eating disorder, not saying it to brag but i just understand what you are talking about.

vomited my

peasant offering to porcelain gods.

so amazing! This is one of my Favorites.

'peasant offering to porcelain gods' and '(80 lbs and counting . .yet?)'

wowzaa.

this is absolutely gorgeous.

i'm sure that by now you're tired of my reviews telling you how good you are, but i honestly can't critique this piece! xx

There is no words to explain this. Lovely. Beautiful. Bittersweet. The last line is really spine tingling("80 lbs and counting and . .yet?"). I had never went through an eating disorder however I really give kudos to many people that realize that being thin isn't always in.

*adds to faves*

Keep on writing

-Mika

"a new promise lays,/virginal and craving a testride;/a thought, an innocent gleam/of fucked glitter rushes through" i love those lines. the ending too, is just heartbreakingly beautiful and it really captures the reader. makes everything all the more real.

" . .yet?"

That seems to be a recurring theme in your poems about weight. This seems to be a pretty side of anorexia. The words you use, the imagery make it seem almost...beautiful. The last part really hit me hard though, "'baby,' i say to myself, so that no one will hear, 'you're finally getting there'".

Favorites: "my heartbeat cries out-wait, don't forget me"

"suddenly i am 3 inches tall and unemployed, fired by my body"

I don't know what to say, ha ha. (You: holding back a sigh of relief..) So, this was good... Yeah...

I love that ending, I love how everything before that point just sets it up for one big last b-a-n-g, and then you have that ending that pierces your heart and makes you feel . . . Well, alive.

I adore: ""you're finally getting there".

(80 lbs and counting and

. .yet?)"

Simply, because it just speaks everything you where trying to say and it ends it nicely, too.

Wonderful; really, really wonderful.

- Noelle