Hiding from My Body
When I think of my fears,
I used to think of myself.
Yes, me afraid of me,
Looking in the mirror that can’t be me.
I used to look down at myself and see someone else.
Who's that?
Just another girl that thinks she's fat.
I had bad self-esteem that I thought was normal,
Just another teen in the scene living the American high school dream
Who hates herself.
It got to the point where I didn’t want to eat,
So I didn’t all day. Then as soon as I got home, I would binge eat.
Food and not eating were both my obsessions at the same time.
I couldn’t look down at myself without feeling hopeless.
I would hold my stomach in even when no one was looking.
I was just a waste of everyone’s time.
I didn’t deserve attention or gifts.
I felt like Christmas started to feel like a horror film.
I avoided showers and mirrors like the plague.
I hated myself until my I couldn’t stand the feeling of just how much my heart ached.
So I dug myself deep into this feeling
of not thinking I was worth it.
The opposite of just fine on the surface, I was a mess.
People knew it but didn't stress,
Or knew how to help or didn’t care.
But at some point, I had to do something.
A year passing with absolutely nothing.
There was no one to blame but my own demons
I was sick of it!
I was going to help myself
How did I overcome this fear of myself,
Afraid of showing my size to anyone
Especially myself?
I started running almost everyday.
This was my way of trying to wake myself from this sleep.
Running on the railroad in this small town,
I told myself that my mental health was more important than studying for history,
Lifting myself up as much as I could everytime I could.
It takes as much time getting into a depression
Than it takes to get out
I just wanted to feel alive during my couple years in highschool
I am more than just the fat on my stomach and my chest
Took me a long time to realize I was the opposite of what I thought
I am not the worst; I am the best
So I stared in the mirror every day saying
I got this!
Worked everyday, running away from the numbness and the pain
I'm sick of hurting!
Now I feel alive for the first time in a long time...
I am finally living.
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