Step lightly and enjoy a piece of your mind.
Failed to treat my body like a temple for too long while you prayed with yours. Who am I?
Simple steps and follow thru beside me I'll never be tall, thin, fair, or strong enough so I flake out. Where am I?
What am I? It consumes me and controls my mistaken steps.
We need to talk about being welcome, receiving and reapplying. How do I do?
A look that suits you that has been surrendered. Recovery takes more than you've put forward. When did I...?
Your illness prone self wasn't taken seriously-rather mocked, paraded & addressed indirectly-only creating patterns and not diagnosed entirely leaving us and you stranded. Let us in.
