Over the course of my recovery, I've come to realize that my eating disorder was not me. I had to separate myself from the orthorexic thoughts and urges in my head. This allowed me to finally meet myself. I'm still getting to know me but so far I like what I see!
You were strong.
I was weak.
You are a thief.
I am a victim.
You hold court.
I plead innocent.
You scream and demean.
I deafen the roar.
You are not me.
I am not you.
You build a cage.
I need to soar.
You are fake news.
I value ethics.
You act tough and bully.
I embrace vulnerability.
You hate my body.
I hate you.
You are not me.
I am not you.
You clip my wings.
I yearn for the sky.
You chill the soul.
I am a match.
You are a charlatan.
I seek the truth.
You foster hate.
I fill with love.
You are not me.
I am not you.
You are an egomaniac.
I am a humanitarian.
You blind the eyes and mind.
But I have a vision.
You live for rules.
I am independent.
You are a homewrecker.
I love my husband.
You are not me.
I am not you.
You seek to destroy.
I aim to rebuild.
You see the worst.
I see the best.
You enjoy gaslighting.
I am not buying.
You are relentless.
I am resilient.
You are not me.
I am not you.
You numb.
I feel.
You restrict.
I revive.
You isolate.
I congregate.
You are weak.
I am strong.
You are not me.
I am not you.
