i used to fill my time with food;
for a fleeting moment it would apease my emotions

now i find myself unsure what to do;
it creates quiet the endless, anxious commotion

how will i be a whole person
when giving up part of me after so long?

i want to learn to love myself,
but it means no food that i trust to keep me emotionally strong.

i want to be a healthly person,
but it’s so hard to find the motivation

i must learn to live, laugh, cry, and love,
all on my own, in any situation

i must learn to cope, dealing with all life’s curve ball

i must find a path forward, even if i fall

i can love myself without food.
i can love myself, if it’s the last thing i do