She felt ugly, from the inside and out
Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself
She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror
The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure
She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself
The craving that built up inside, did anything but help
The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen
Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened
Finally she realized, she was beautiful before
As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more

a bad day doesn't mean i am not healing
it doesn't mean i did anything wrong

it doesn't mean everyday i am not dealing
growing to become someone strong

a bad day means something else entirely,
it means i am still here
breathing, fighting, and growing.
So lets get somethings clear

i am a ******* lion, a warrior.

and now i am free, i am important, i am love, i have a place
i am not the scars that exist nor the tears that stream down my face

daddy thought he won.
trying to beat the will out until i had no words left to say
but i fought through it all and i rose above
i grew my wings and i flew away
and i am learning the true definition of love

a bad day reminds me of just how far i've come
it is not a setback nor does it undo all the work that i have done

a bad day is just that, a bad day
so keep going girl, tomorrow will be better anyway