How things went, normally, was not according to plan.
Day after day I’d get up, write out my menu for the day–
starvation rations, naturally.
And day after day I’d blow it.
Hunger, or rebelliousness, would inevitably win out,
and oh, the beatings that followed.
The whip was only metaphorical, but it left bruises.
And the bile in my throat and mouth was real enough.
What scares me is not that this was normal behavior–
it’s ancient history in my life–
but that so many women see this as normal right now.
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