I was 2017 and 104.5 all at once.

Walking in I said a prayer,

sitting down a curse.

How could I let myself get to this point?

The lowest of the low,

only finally not being able to accept my own demise.

Like a child, I learned the basics of life over again.

What’s a normal bite?

How do I know when I’m hungry?

Like an outsider, I was sheltered.

Hidden from the truth of the world,

and instead perched on a scale day after day,

learning how to love.

Four months later and I’m out,

a new person.

Still broken,

still scarred,

but now 121.6

and full hope.