You asked for it, they said, dressed like that in skintight clothes, stupid kid. But back in ’85, a Cop sits beside you in a crowded café, lending an ear over hot chocolates and coffees. A friend, he said when you're beloved Eating Disorder waltzes in with sympathy and sweets. Later, in constant motion twisting, turning while tap-dancing around the tasteless food. In rhythm counting calories, chewing, sickened as it slides down your throat.
With misplaced guilt, you denied closure until saving yourself for the last dance. Now in step gliding, leaping into a life so different and wildly beautiful.
With misplaced guilt, you denied closure until saving yourself for the last dance. Now in step gliding, leaping into a life so different and wildly beautiful.
