How would you describe or define an eating disorder? And what types of eating disorders are there?

Normal eating is eating when you get hungry, this is what we do, most people have some issue with food and their eating pattern may fluctuate or vary. We all have different eating habits and these can be affected when you are under pressure or stressed, i.e. such as craving and comfort eating, losing your appetite and not being able to eat. Most people return to their usual eating pattern when the pressure, stress or difficulty passes.


In this day and age of dieting, health and fitness it is difficult to ascertain the difference between someone who has an eating disorder and a person who is simply weight conscious, somewhere within this spectrum when one becomes obsessive and compulsive in regard to weight shape and size, they are in some sense developing a complex and a disorder.


An eating disorder is a coping mechanism. It manifests when food or the control of food becomes increasingly important, leading to a preoccupation with food, dieting and control and also, becoming the most predominant aspect of one.

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I remember you
arriving to the fields
when we saved the hay,
bringing the sweet taste
of dinners, encased in Tupperware,
sitting, sheltered under haycocks,
in the warm sun.
We rested our young bodies
from sweating our work,
tasted the bright tang of cut grass,
drinking sugared tea
from Miwadi bottles,
our dinner in the fields.


we waited again
for you to come
in the evening.
Buttermilk our snack
between your arrivals.
Longing for tea,
we quenched our dusty mouths.
Finally, the sunset took us home,
before another long day,
bodies stretched in the light,
making hay.

By Attracta Fahy.


They, the soul eaters, sons,
daughters betrothed to institutions,
have usurped my womb,
my sun, ravaged my mind
with privation –


now they want my body.
I am slave, at the mercy
of food, a weapon, it rapes


me with their need.
They think I am frail, bring plates
with teeth, wild animals attack me.


I cannot tell you, as you come
towards me with your large
platter of nourishment, I am


terrified it will eat me,
that blood in its contents
will soak my bones, trigger


primitive instinct. My stomach
refuses to digest your utopia,
where the witch’s flame is quenched.


My gut has a voice too,
she becomes a wild animal, bloated
with feeling, fat with lies, seeks


revenge for the killing.
She eats not just your food, your
plate, your power, she swallows my smile.


I’ve built a wall of starvation.
No one enters, not even me.

By Attracta Fahy.


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