Dear My Eating Disorder,

I remember a time when my thoughts were drowned out,
when my very being was no longer present.
Like a gray cloud on a wear day, so was my mind.
I remember when a sheet hovered over my body,
And a veil over my eyes. But now, I break
Away from you after being held captive for so long.
Numbers don't define my worth,
And bones don't define my beauty.
Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks
Will not be the death of me.
It's time to make a change, start over, make anew.
It's time I shed this cloak of sadness, change
My perspective and take charge of my life. I will not
Dwell in the past nor look to the future, but rather,
Stay in the now.
Life is a paradox, a room full of distorting mirrors.
Happiness is vague. And joy? Fleeting. But -
If i dare to look within, I just might find the courage
To make something beautiful with this mess i've made.

Unregretfully, 

Rebecca