So what are you supposed to do?When you no longer look broken,Needing to be repaired.By the people surrounding youTo be nurtured and protectedFrom the outside world.
Oh, how I crave that safety sometimesOf feeling like I can hide awayAnd be no one for a little while.But I have learnt
That I am not supposed to look ill.It is not my life’s aim.Striving for happinessIn myselfAnd whatever dreams I may haveWhich I can achieveWithout an eating disorder getting in the way.
Stop striving to be the sickestBecause it will get you nowhere.Just feeling stuckAnd afraid.
You can feel okay again,Without all the comfortsThat you told yourselfYou could not survive without.
Well, look where that got you.
It may not feel like it every day,But you’ve worked hard for this life.So just