Eating Disorder Recovery Poetry
In the battle to be loved, I tried to be pretty.
But not too pretty, for fear of attracting danger.
A constant conflict -- played out behind a mask;
Please look at me, but don't come too close.
But now, I reclaim my body.
A place where I can be myself,
No more dimming my light or conforming for you.
Me, as I am, safe in the radiance of my own love.
- Anonymous