In shadows deep, a battle fought,
A silent war within the mind,
Where whispers cruel, with every thought,
Consume a soul, so unconfined.
An eating disorder, a cruel disguise,
A tempest raging deep inside,
It preys upon the weakened cries,
And strips away all sense of pride.
In mirrored glass, distorted view,
A reflection tainted by despair,
The hunger grows, consuming you,
A hunger that's beyond repair.
The whispers echo, hauntingly clear,
"You're not enough, you'll never be,
To find your worth, you must adhere,
To standards set, so cruel and free."
Each bite becomes a battleground,
A war between the heart and mind,
As nourishment is tightly bound,
By chains of fear, so unkind.
The body weakens, frail and thin,
But the hunger never seems to fade,
For it's not about the shape you're in,
But the control it seeks to invade.
Yet, in the darkness, a flicker of light,
A voice that whispers, "You are strong,
You're more than numbers, more than the fight,
You're worthy, loved, where you belong."
Seek solace in the hands that care,
In gentle words and loving embrace,
For healing comes when burdens shared,
And acceptance finds its rightful place.
So let us stand, united, strong,
Against the demons that deceive,
For in our unity, we belong,
And in our love, we shall achieve.
No longer defined by what we eat,
But by the strength within our souls,
Together, we rise, our hearts replete,
With the power to heal and make us whole.
