For the past four years 

My life was a mess 

I cried so many tears 

I was consumed with the thought that I was less 

 

In and out of treatment 

I let my eating disorder control me 

I never thought I'd reach contentment 

Was that all I'd ever be? 

 

Nothing was helping as I was losing hope 

Maybe that was all I was meant for 

Every positive thought I had ended with "nope" 

Death became an invitation I was liking more 

 

My body was decomposing 

My goals and morals were doing the same 

The only thing I was good at was losing 

There was no one else to blame 

 

Then it all changed; though not overnight 

I don't know exactly when or where 

But I decided to try with all my might 

Was overcoming my reason for being here? 

 

Slowly, I started gaining life 

I remembered my goals 

I want to be a nurse, a mother, a wife 

I was becoming freed from Anorexia's controls 

 

Little by little, I started smiling again 

I reached expectations I thought would never achieve 

I realized I had the power to abstain 

"Recovery is possible" is what I started to believe 

 

I was lost but now am found 

I'm alive and I'm more and more okay with that  

I never thought I'd be able to say that I'm college bound! 

I'm done being prisoner to the thoughts that said, "you're fat" 

 

I have a purpose opposite of the former 

This life is worth living 

I am an overcomer 

Every day is a new thanksgiving.