I’m recovering from an eating disorder,
And, no, you may not ask what I ate
Or what was my lowest weight
Because those things no longer matter.
Instead, tell me I’m doing great.
I’m recovering from an eating disorder,
And, no, maybe I don’t look like I’m sick,
But you look like a dick,
And believe me, I feel bad about it already;
There’s nothing left of me to kick.
I’m recovering from an eating disorder,
And please, don’t ask me how to purge,
Not only does that increase the urge,
But when you’ve lost your voice, teeth, and sanity,
It’s not something you want to encourage.
I’m recovering from an eating disorder,
And for the love of God, don’t tell me
That I look healthy because to me,
That means I look fat
Even though I know that’s not what you see.
I’m recovering from an eating disorder,
And please, don’t tell me you were anorexic for a week,
But that you were too weak
To continue because those are not
The comforting words I so desperately seek.
I’m recovering from an eating disorder,
And please, tell me that my eyes glow
Or that it’s okay that I eat slow,
Because you know I’ll get there,
Even if I move slow.
I’m recovering from an eating disorder,
And please, tell me that I’m strong
And that those who say I’m not are wrong,
Because I haven’t heard that
In way too long.
I’m recovering from an eating disorder,
And please, just be there for me
Because in recovery, the key
Is to feel loved and supported
So that I can break free.
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