Direct Message

I've got a dm sitting in my inbox

From a teenage girl

"I don't know if you'll ever even read this,

But how in the world

Did you get better?

I wanna get better too.

You seem so confident,

I wish I was like you.”

And I don't know what to tell her

I’m not an expert

I don't have a cookie cutter answer

All I know for sure

Is one day it just hit me,

Hating myself

Was probably gonna kill me

So I chose my health

It's been a long long battle

And tough five years

It took a lot to dismantle

And an endless amount of tears,

But the more that I recover

It’s easier to see

And when I look in the mirror

Sometimes I actually like being me

(when my thoughts get mean, what should I do?)

(I want to recover)

(when I gain weight, what should I do?)

“Brye!”

(I want to recover)