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It’s National Poetry Writing Month! Write a poem of any structure related to your experience with mental illness. If you’re not a poetry writer, write a 10-minute free flow stream of conscience about your experience with mental illness. A girl in kindergarten called me "fat"- honestly, I don't remember, but Mom told me that. I was born a large baby, with lots of fat, maybe, but this girl, "Haley," (pronounced Halle) just thought I should be ashamed of my body. Like any good child would after that day, I went home and asked: "Mommy, am I fat?" Her answer was "No! Of course not," but as a Mom, isn't that her job? Flash forward to second grade, and I remember Hannah, talking about her weight. Nearly 100 pounds, I heard someone say, and I realized I, too, was headed that way. She always seemed so dark and gloomy, and just the slightest bit.... unhealthy. I may have been misinformed at 8, but better now, I figured, before it's too late. It lasted through freshman year of college, where the "freshman 15" turned into almost fainting because I hadn't eaten, for... a week? Now I'm more careful. While my body isn't a temple, every pound I gain is a sign to train. And now, I wonder if the number will ever be small enough. |