Oh, To Be Free
There is a girl inside of me who struggles every day to be free.
When I am thin, I am so free that there just isn't anything that I can't be.
To eat a meal and feel so fine,
And to feel full would be divine.
But I eat and eat and the feeling of satisfaction never comes.
Then the guilt takes over and I have to run.
Oh, to the bathroom she's back in control.
And in a few moments, it's back in the bowl.
How did this start? When will it end?
How did food become my enemy and not my friend"
Why do I think of food before I even leave my bed?
Will this dark secret surely make me dead?
Julie
