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)
Originally published: October 28, 2016