Your body is the poem,
written for the soul,
though these thoughts may escape you,
this is what makes you whole.
Your toes find comfort when they're buried in the sand,
your heels provide strength when you feel you can no longer stand.
Your knees are there to break your fall,
your legs keep you moving; walk proud and tall.
Your hips carry your body to music in the night,
your tummy releases butterflies when lovers unite.
Your chest holds the ***** that loves the world so fully,
your throat provides conversation when you are scared and lonely.
Your lips find sweetness in that sinful drink,
your eyes reveal the universe between every blink.
Your body is the poem,
written for the soul,
remember to nourish it,
take over control.
eating disorders.