Five years old, I was happy

Only concerns were my barbies and stuffed animals.

Ten years old, I was happy

Only concerns were my friends and sports.

Twelve years old, I was confused

Only concerns were my parents’ divorce and starting high school.

Fifteen years old, I was growing

Only concerns were taking care of myself and learning to drive.

Eighteen years old, I was losing hope

Only concerns were starting college and losing weight.

Nineteen years old, I was dead inside

Only concerns were losing weight and keeping secrets.

Twenty years old, I was recovering

Only concerns were my health and learning to live again.