two years ago i saw too many hipbones and not enough meals because of a strict diet called crippling anxiety

one year ago i felt so much stronger
but my hands still shook so much that i typed all my poems instead

three days ago i ate everything off of my plate
i hand wrote letters in my nicest cursive
i told myself i was worth something
and i believed it

from the bottom of my heart, i promise
things really do get better