Last Year

 

Last year was the time I went through hell

Hospitalized and treated for an eating disorder

Every day was a constant battle in my head

Always dreading what would come next

 

Last year comparing almost took my life

Stereotypes and social norms became my thoughts

Trying to be as skinny as can be

No matter what I looked like I wasn’t thin enough

 

Last year nothing made me feel better

Depression and anxiety took over

Until treatment I was figuratively and literally dying

It was there where I figured out why

 

Last year’s battle continues today

Except that I have learned the tools

I now know that everyone is unique

No matter what society thinks

 

Last year is in the past

Future years will be so much better

Now back from hell

Better and greater

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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