It seemed like a good idea.
I only wanted to skip a few meals
I wanted to lose a bit of weight
If I only I listened to the saying we all get told.
How 'things never go to plan'
I am proud of myself for losing the weight I did
I know I shouldn't be but I am.
The thing is I wasn't aware of the side effects.
I wasn't aware how mentally draining it is to disregard food for a certain amount of time,
I didn't realise how I wouldn't be able to wash or brush my hair as often I as meant to because the amount of hair that would come out just by a simple touch.
I didn't realise I would have to stop doing the things I love to 'recover'
The sad reality is I'm fine with it
It's the sacrifices I'm willing to make to keep being the way I am
The amount of self control I have brings me soo much joy
But nobody gets that
They say they're worried for me
They dont need to be
The moment I start worrying about myself is when they should.
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The Fine Art Of Giving Up
PoetryI guess this is just me fucking around and writing whatever pops to mind. Feel free to ignore this it's mainly for my benefit 🤠
