This poem revolves around the concept of health, family security and power. It explores how I see bulimia as something with understated power, that can decay the body and the household and the people around you. I explore how what I used to use as something empowering and life-affirming (my mouth, more specifically my voice) became something I could only use for self-destruction and the destruction of others, and the reasons why that came about. I wanted to expand on the concept of how the family unit can be disrupted by mental illness, and how it is easy to be seen as a bad person when you are making your family struggle, even when it isn't your fault. The poem isn't entirely negative, however, as by the end, empowerment can once again be found through my mouth. Writing this showed me that my body is a powerful tool that can completely transform my life and self-security.