Dear me,

A poem in retrospect talking to a younger version of herself, Inspiring her with tough love to not fall into the mental trap of an eating disorder.

“ And so it was that she having waited so long and endured patiently, realized and obtained what God had promised”  Hebrews 6:15

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. 

These words, her subconscious mind will whisper

Innocent and beautiful high school queen,

Why didn't they warn you who was the meanest?

Not the boy with big brown eyes who will break your heart, 

or the once best friend who just drifted apart.

Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest monster of all?

The demanding voices that say “Just five more pounds”,

The new lenses that you receive, instead of the ones God gave,

to show you every detail that does not exist

The biggest monster of all is inside you, and you will never know it. 

You will run the extra mile while your already withering away.

You will fish for poisonous complements of your malnourished body.

That mind inside of you will be flooded with things you could shrink,

And you will blame the mess of society

To the precious girl standing in front of her bedroom mirror,

Mortified by what she thinks is “fat”,

The monster is inside you, You will outgrow it, its fate

In the mean time Trust me, just eat the cake.

Author's Note

A form of tough love for the writer to inspire her younger self