That battle with food I could not beat,
gave me a fear; a fear to eat.
An apple or pear,
only to survive,
back then, skin and bones were my pride.
The clothes I wore to try and hide,
the many nights that I would cry.
I couldn't see,
those drastic effects,
The foods my body did reject.
Your harsh words at this time,
were voice of realise to that body of mine.
"skin and bones -
that's all you are!
Stop, before it goes too far".
A reflection now sits in front of me;
a reflection that before I could not see.
Not skins and bones but a portrait of health,
A reflection that says "I'm proud of myself".