I giggled, and they all stared,
Eyebrows raised in both curiousity and the feelings of being scared.
Or maybe nervous is the right word?
But hey. I'm proud.
Today marks two whole years of trying
Two whole years of kissing my faded scars and getting rid of the thought of death.
The thoughts that caused a disappointed look and dramatic sighing
From dear mama.
Today, as I sit and eat ice cream and drink caffeine
I'm nearly in tears.
No new scars,
And now conquered fears.
I'm happy,
I'm healthy
I'm no longer striving to be a stick.
I eat half of what I ate when I was 170
Yet more then half of what I ate when i was 120
Call my actions stupid,
Cause they truly were.
But because the brain is odd, it was addicting
To bleed and starve
Two years my friends.
Two years of struggling and bliss.
