Therapy Bits

I carried my hunger in heavy disguise,
A body that whispered, a spirit that sighed.
The mirror kept secrets I struggled to see,
But change starts in silence—inside of me.

Each step was a mountain, each breath a small fight,
Yet slowly I learned how to honor the light.
Not shrinking for others, not chasing a trend,
But choosing my wholeness, beginning again.

I carved out my mornings with sweat and with song,
I learned that my will had been waiting all along.
The weight wasn’t numbers, the size wasn’t fate,
It was strength in the making, it was love running late.

Now lighter in body, yet greater in soul,
I’m not half a person—I’m finally whole.
The truth became clearer with each steady letter:
Health is the measure, and bigger isn’t better.

PROMPT #561 – SIZE MATTERS – POETIC BLOOMINGS