They tell me
that I have recovered.
But her voice still screams inside my head
"You are too fat"
"Don't eat that."
I have a constant struggle of going between
starving
and not.
Working out,
and not.
This constant Tug of war
is ripping my brain up
like shredded cheese
Constantly telling myself I am not good enough
I can't do this anymore
Fighting is hard.
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