one step at a time

Running made my like my body.
Spraining my ankle taught me how to respect it,
not push it too hard.
it took my 5h 38 mn and 40 seconds to cross
the finish line of the NYC Marathon... I couldn’t have done it on only 600 calories a day!

In a big, joyful ceremony
I buried my disease, crying a lot of tear
For the pain I went through during four long years.
The cast was deep and white,
Filled with baby size shirts now too tight,
Recipes of fat free cooking,
A bottle of whiskey - for my Dad’s drinking.

A Gospel choir sang Gloria,
As I said bye to Anorexia.
closing the cast to be incinerated
“ I hope you rot in Hell!” I yelled.

And I watch it burn into ashes,
I then picked up and threw in the trash.