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Eating Disorder

I don’t feel I have the words to describe an eating disorder It’s like having mean monsters always waiting around the corner Once the seed is planted there is no going back It starts off small with things like not wanting that snack As the tree starts to grow it feeds the monsters more The problem can’t be easily fixed as it’s at your core You just want control over your life that’s all But when you are ill you need to break down that barrier wall There’s nothing wrong with being a bit overweight and that’s a fact No one should think less of you, you’re beautiful, never feel attacked Your brain never truly recovers even after the disorder stops It’s like how even after the storm there are still remaining raindrops Food is good for your physical and mental health and it’s a form of self care Don’t listen to the media you can’t survive on just water and air Remember that the brain can be in a very dangerous state Take it slowly always know it doesn’t matter about your weight

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