Don't Look Back in Anger
I opened up a notebook from my sixteen year old self
It showed a fitness plan for fifty spins in fifty days
But this was not the legacy of an uber fitness freak
This was evidence of a sickness of which then I could not speak
I binged on food without control before I knew it had a name
And I used to devise these plans mid binge to cope with all the shame
I never did those fifty spins, in fact I only managed four
But I wish I could go back to hold and love that girl I was before
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