I hated my body

I always put my hands over my stomach

Or starved myself for a week

So I could fit my body standards

I was always either too “skinny” or too “fat” 

There was no in between 

Everytime I gained a pound too much 

I over exercised to the point my body felt weak

I hurt myself cause I thought my stomach

Just didn’t match the rest of my body 

I hit underweight and hated how I was treating myself

I felt there was a need to change myself 

I had to start eating the food I love again

And not feel bad for it 

Because no matter how much I hated myself

There was still this want to love myself 

The want eventually become stronger than the hatred

Eating started to feel less like a chore 

And more like a choice I was happy to make.