Gaining Life

To all those That think quasi is the answer to their lives That feel like they’re doing just fine And are convinced they’re happier than they ever could be Were they to fully recover Your disorder is lying to you Because we all know that Quasi panic When your jeans feel that freshly washed tightness Or you’re invited to that unplanned party With unplanned people And unplanned food When the portion on the container Of your newest challenge Is so small it makes you cry Because you know it won’t even touch the sides of your stomach But doubling it is out of the question Because have you seen the fat content? And that deep inner sadness We all know too well That comes from staring at those photos on tumblr Of those perfect, tanned and THIN girls Living their colourful and frivolous lives Or heck even those on Facebook Of the friends that were once yours Out and living In Burger King at 3am Drunk as skunks and high as kites With smiles on their faces Wider than yours has ever seen, Or at least since you got sick So I hope having read this You put the scales Or the tape measure Or whatever is controlling you down And take you first breath of freedom And pour that unmeasured bowl of cereal Or glass of wine As you embark on your endeavor To rediscover your soul It will be hard You may gain weight But you will glow Like a 6am summer sunrise And laugh with the tunefulness of a Canary bird You will be part of the 3am Burger King runs Laughing Too drunk to stand up But most of all That screaming that’s been in the back of your mind For as long as you can remember Will finally quieten down This will be your final battle And you will be victorious