She started three years ago
With a finger and self hate
Discarded the toxins
That hid on her plate
Cried when she found out
She stood at 108
Her heavy heart was
What took up most of the weight
Started skipping meals
When she started skipping class
Couldn’t bear to be around
People who might ask
Why her bones were showing
She was running from her past
The pounds dropped off
Each time she wore the mask
40 pounds later
And one lifetime down the drain
She started losing hair
Hate was what she gained
Everything was leaving
Except the lasting pain
She couldn’t leave behind
The feelings of deep shame
Skin started hanging loose
On a body made of air
When you asked her what was wrong
She’s meet you with a blank stare
Her eyes couldn’t stay open
Too tired to be there
Never present in this world
Stuck in her somewhere
She tried to be perfect
But perfect never works
She tried to become someone else
A person with self worth
But the mirror only showed
A girl messed up from birth
So she ate less and tried to keep
From picking up a fork
Finally someone saw her
Asked her how life was
Saw the tired on her skin
A body bathed in fuzz
Wondered if she needed help
Said it was enough
Enough hurting for one life
It was time for love
Now it has been three months
Shes up to 119
Smiles instead of running scared
No more skeleton teeth
A grin that shows some promise
The bird has fixed her wing
Pretty hurts, but she changed that
Now skinny means nothing
Beautifully Bipolar 