Beating Anorexia

Touching the curves on my body,
five years before I was scrawny.
I’ve come a long way,
forcing down three meals a day.
Lying awake in my bed,
dread pounding through my head.
I looked like a lolly-pop girl,
thankfully I did not hurl.
Now I see how far I’ve come:
big boobs, and a beautiful bum.
‘I’ll never return to that place,’
I swear to my smiling face.

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