I dream to be free,
Free to eat without shame and guilt.
Free from the prison my mind is locked in.
Free to be there for friends and family.
Free from my choking anxiety and misery.
I dream to be me,
The girl I am inside.
The girl I can be.
A girl who is not afraid to speek,
Make new friends and go out in public.
I dream to be brave,
Face my demons and conquer them.
Overcome the behaviors and thoughts.
I dream to be a worrior,
To face each day with a strong armer,
And beat the tough stuff that occur.
I dream to heal,
And be ok.
Keep wishing girl, my eating disorder tells me.
You will never get better.
You will always be sick.
I’ll never leave your side.
You are stuck with me.
You try to snatch me when I am vulnerable,
Take me back,
and lock me back in your prison.
Feed me your poison.
But I don’t want you.
I believe that dreams come true,
and that everything I am imagining is real, and close to my reach.
One day complete recovery won’t be just a dream,
It will be my reality.