My Proud Reflection

That battle with food I could not beat, gave me a fear; a fear to eat. An apple or pear, only to survive, back then, skin and bones were my pride. The clothes I wore to try and hide, the many nights that I would cry. I couldn't see, those drastic effects, The foods my body did reject. Your harsh words at this time, were voice of realise to that body of mine. "skin and bones - that's all you are! Stop, before it goes too far". A reflection now sits in front of me; a reflection that before I could not see. Not skins and bones but a portrait of health, A reflection that says "I'm proud of myself".