This is a poem from my personal journal. It's basically about how I used to hide that I had an eating disorder until pastries saved my life. I still to this day love sweets, but until I got older, it was mostly a love hate relationship. I've eaten all the sweets When I was young, and round, and "fat"I was told to eat this and not that I just wanted to eat, and be a child free from stressBut I couldn't fit into my church dress.. I lift the fork to take a biteof cake so sweet my one delightuntil she slapped it from my hand with spiteand through gritted teeth said "Not another bite." Nothing's quite like skinny feels Yet still I know that sugar healsSo pass my lips again and againDifferent forms of the same meal If cake could talk, it would sing to meIt'd be my only fantasy, my savior from realityThe physical hypocrisy of hating what is made for me And now that I am free..I've eaten all the special sweets, the treats, delicacies galoreAnd still I have a feeling in my stomach, that I'm wanting more.