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1...2...3...4 I don't want to be underweight anymore. My intention was never to go this far you see But overactive self criticism got the best of me. Determined to gain life back. But sometimes put off track by the illusion of control from my perfectionist mind I sometimes find myself in a bind My mind at war What for? The voice is not a choice But recovery is Constantly resisting the urge to restrict So I will no longer look sick Life is tough. Life is rough. But if a group of small people can change how I see I can learn to accept just being me.
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
Being Me
1...2...3...4 I don't want to be underweight anymore. My intention was never to go this far you see But overactive self criticism got the best of me. Determined to gain life back. But sometimes put off track by the illusion of control from my perfectionist mind I sometimes find myself in a bind My mind at war What for? The voice is not a choice But recovery is Constantly resisting the urge to restrict So I will no longer look sick Life is tough. Life is rough. But if a group of small people can change how I see I can learn to accept just being me.
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
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