Dear Mum, I Can Recover

• Jasmine Pitman, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

Dear mum,
I feel absolutely bad, but I believe it’s for the best.
And I know it makes you sad, but you must let your worries rest.
Everything that’s happening now, it’s part of my life-long lesson.
And although I’m not sure how, I will get rid of this deep obsession.
I’ll learn to eat three meals a day, I’ll learn to love myself.
I won’t bother about how much I weigh and I’ll mend my mental health.
This illness won’t make me diminish, I have too many outstanding goals.
I can’t fade until I finish, so I must bury all my holes.
I have so much ahead of me, I’ve got everything to live for.
Even with brain fog, this I see, that I don’t deserve to feel sore.
So I promise mum, I won’t die, I won’t let this wear me thin.
I won’t be taken by the sky, Anorexia will not win.
I can recover!