i used to fill my time with food; for a fleeting moment it would apease my emotions
now i find myself unsure what to do; it creates quiet the endless, anxious commotion
how will i be a whole person when giving up part of me after so long?
i want to learn to love myself, but it means no food that i trust to keep me emotionally strong.
i want to be a healthly person, but it’s so hard to find the motivation
i must learn to live, laugh, cry, and love, all on my own, in any situation
i must learn to cope, dealing with all life’s curve ball
i must find a path forward, even if i fall
i can love myself without food. i can love myself, if it’s the last thing i do