Dear Eating Disorder,
I am not your child, spouse, or sister. I know longer like the way I feel in our relationship. I know longer like you or care about you at least like I did. Yes we had our fun times but now I must let you go. All I ever cared about was having control then followed by a high I got. I love that high and satisfaction you gave me. I need it well I thought I did. I can and have done anything to pleas you. When I look at you I don't see you. I don't care about your lies. A mean without no end. I will find you. I will find that rush that you behold. You think you can change me or save me. Well, ED you wrong. Something cold and dead slitters within me. I will no longer give into your faith and values. You will cry but so what? Cry all you want. Your morals are a thing of my past.
Goodbye now! I'll try to say it nicely just this once. Your need is almost not as great as mine. You won't breathe without me. You think you're helping me. You think you are making a difference and that I'll never survive without you. Well, your wrong. This is my addiction.
Your person,
Dayna
