thinly making it

March 30, 2016

Anorexia, poor, daddy-long legs,

Say all you want from what you see.

Say all you want from what you think,

Slim Jim, stick figure, Slenderman.

My life you'd never seen,

My life you'd never knew.

Call me as you wish,

To satisfy your dish.

Yes it hurts, of course,

But why should I care now?

When I can see I’m not alone,

When there are others who support me.

Thank you, for opening the blinds,

For showing me the world I never knew.

The people who see value in someone,

The true definition of ME.

I can now walk proud,

I can now stand tall.

I may hit the roof,

But at least I can touch the sky.

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