The words
“Your body was built to take a lot of pain”
Don’t hold true
For the pain you put it through
Owing to reasons
You aren’t even sure of.
The words
“Everything about you is beautiful”
Don’t refer to the brutality
With which you treat yourself
Wanting to turn into
Another’s idea of beauty
And losing all semblance of your own.
The words
“No matter what, never stop running”
Will be ones you can’t relate to
When your legs betray you
Every step of the way
And you can’t figure out
Who you’re actually running from.
The words
“Change is the only constant”
Will haunt you
As you set out in the pursuit
To change your body
Not because you love it
But because you couldn’t hate it more.
The words
“looking back on the past
with rose-tinted glasses”
Might become your reality
When your eyes lose the ability
To see things as they are.
And once you are where you want to be
The goal, the journey,
The words “Everyone loves me”
Will cease to hold value
For how does it matter
If they love you or not
When you can’t even love yourself?