Dear me,
It's all your fault.
Stop panicking
About things you can't change.
You're a **** up.
Let the past mistakes be
A map for your future
Not a hindrance.
You'll never be good enough.
You are wonderful
And your eyes shine
More brilliantly than any star.
Your eating disorder has become who you are.
Your name is not bulimia
And addiction is not your address.
You will always be bound to this.
You will overcome all adversity
And live to tell your beautiful story.

From
the real you

Love
The real you