I looked in the mirror one day
and saw that I had been speaking silently,
so hypocritically, with my face so sunken,
thin and frail.
Do what I say, don’t do what I do,
my new mantra, reverberated through
the glass and my starved eyes.
I could see who I was,
finally, I knew.
My own lies no longer
permeated my skin.
I felt all the bruises come at once,
pushing me to change.
I gripped the sink
and let go of fear,
because I had nothing left to lose
when all had become so clear.