The shape of me

The shape of me,

Standing tall,

facing mirror in truth.

Another day

Another image

In the shape of me

Undressing

Gazing into reflection,

Stirred inside of me.

motions of body shame

In the shape of me

The shape of me

In the mirror image

Fuelled inside,

Shame but yet,

The truth of heart 

In the shape of me

Mirrors,

The the links to reflections

The ripples to the pools

To the deep within 

Stirrings of the rooted

In the shape of me

Truth 

Sharp but fierce.

Led to me

Straight to the face

I was secretly eating

and hiding the overeating

In the shape of me

Time,

Like with anything 

Gives clarity 

To the face of truth,

Dare to declare,

Admit the truth,

In the shape of me 

Checking in,

into depths

At a glance,

Deep emotional distress

In all shapes and size

In the shape of me

Into the binge,

Overeating compulsions.

To eat or not too.

Sweet surrenders.

Into the shape of me

And the overwhelming nature

Of an overeater,

Sweet indulgences

of the emotions,

Escalates a momentum 

An uprising

Cometh

shame

In the shape of me

Hurtling within,

Like freefalling.

Comes a realisation

Times must change

And so must I

Still and deep

Surrendering myself

and the shape of me

To a life 

That is at peace,

 within