Anorexia stole everything form me
my personality, my happiness, my creativity.
I rekindled my artisticness,
I refound my poetry.
I re-discovered them during my recovery.

Expressing myself like never before,
breaking down the secretive armour.
Opening up like unlocking a door,
it became a poetic and creative cure.

Curing my hurt and my shame.
Curing the punishment and the blame.
Breaking all the rules of anorexia’s game.

Escaping in my own creativity.
Escaping from my hatred of me.
Escpaing, embracing recovery.
Escaping in a world of art and poetry.

My anorexia can be beat.
Weakined with every bite I eat.
I will not live life an anorexic!
I will live life creative and poetic!