I wake each day with a battle unseen,
Anorexia's grip, relentless and keen.
In the depths of my soul, a storm takes flight,
A poem of struggle, in first person's light.
In the mirror's gaze, I see distorted truth,
A war within, a relentless pursuit.
Counting calories, measuring my worth,
Restricting food, a cycle that hurts.
Starvation's whispers consume my mind,
Telling me worthiness, I'll never find.
I shrink away, both body and soul,
Lost in a quest to gain false control.
The world sees a shell, a frail silhouette,
But inside, a tempest I can't forget.
Anorexia's chains, they tightly cling,
Stripping away the joy that used to sing.
Every bite is a battle, a war of will,
Fear and guilt the emotions that fill.
The mirror's cruel gaze, it haunts my days,
Distorting reflections in disarray.
But amidst the darkness, a flicker remains,
A whisper of hope, breaking through the chains.
In moments of weakness, I seek a hand,
A lifeline to guide me to solid land.
I long for freedom, to break this mold,
To rediscover a love that was once bold.
Recovery's journey, though daunting and long,
I'll find the strength to admit I am strong.
I'll nourish my body, mend my soul,
Embrace self-love as my ultimate goal.
With compassion as my guiding light,
I'll rewrite my story, day and night.
Anorexia's grip may tighten its hold,
But I'll fight with resilience, fierce and bold.
I am more than this illness, a spirit that's bright,
And through healing and love, I'll reclaim my light.
So, here I stand, in vulnerability's embrace,
Sharing my story, finding my own space.
For those who struggle, know you're not alone,
Together we'll heal, and our true selves will be known.
