I don't know why
I have felt so discouraged recently.
Thinking about it,
I have done the unimaginable.
I have conquered this eating disorder monster
By myself, essentially.
No help from my family,
All I get from them are trenchant comments and pernicious jabs
About my weight and my habits.
Friends and mentors who should have been there
Left much to be desired.
With a little bit of therapy
I have chosen a better life for myself.
So why weep now?
I have overcome the unthinkable
But my race is not over yet.