Flipping the Perspective on My Eating Disorder

I have failed

It’s false that

Beauty comes from my soul

The truth is

I am judged by my body

I refuse to believe

I will recover

And

I am enough

I believe

Starve and shrink

And don’t

Be seen

My head says

I can stuff my feelings

Or

Let me purge my pain

You’ll never hear me say

I am important

My life has no meaning

And

My worth depends on a number

No longer can I say

I will beat this

(read the poem backwards)