The Night Before Each Day

By Louise A. Stevens (Pineau)
 

The words that were silenced are now my escape
The words I now write were once filled with hate
The feelings I kept so deep down inside
Were shoved even further, I ate all my pride
The food I had labeled either good or bad
My food I would use whenever I felt sad
Each day I would promise not to binge any more
Each day always ended the same as before
The food that I used was only a fix
I could no longer continue feeling like this
I weighed and measured and counted each bite
I was craving what I said no to by the same time each night
The way others saw me was never the same
As the way I perceived myself because of my shame
I wanted more out of life than this
I prayed that someday I would enjoy true bliss
My prayers were answered by a therapist named Joan
I could never have succeeded all on my own
I learned that all food is good and no food is bad
It's all how you feel about yourself and being sad
Though the memories are still etched in my mind
The emptiness in my stomach no longer I find
The people who love you and who really care
Should not be concerned about the size that you wear
It's the size of your heart, which no one can see
Not the size of your clothes that set you free
The last words that are written never mentions one's size
Only the names of their loved ones and kindness in our lives
No one is judged by his wealth or his girth
But rather acts of kindness while here on Earth.