They say starting is the hardest part.
And it is.
Putting the fork to your mouth,
your hands trembling uncontrollably,
face red from crying,
it’s so hard.
You want to scream,
what you’d give to be away from the table,
to be free from this illness.
It’s so so hard, but you can do it.
You can be free from this illness.
Bite by bite,
one step at a time,
It gets easier, I promise you.
One day, the thought of eating won’t fill you with dread.
One day, you will be free.