I think food was my only escape, which is why it was so easy to love it, i felt like it loved me, i felt like it was the only thing that truly warmed me inside and made me feel whole, i likened being full to being complete, and i don't want to bully myself into starvation, i just want to let myself understand that i can have a healthy relationship with food, i can be a healthier person, i can achieve this image in my head of who i want to be, i just need to try harder, because these challenges i face may attempt to keep me down, but what is an obstacle compared to a will to do better.
i refuse to accept the thorns in my path, i refuse to believe i can't make it.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
