As a newcomer, the first impression I had of what OA members thought of me was, “You’re fine just the way you are.” No one made me feel that my illness rendered me less worthy of respect than other people. Taking a cue from these loving, caring friends, I stopped being ashamed of myself. ~ Overeaters Anonymous, For Today (Kindle Locations 1281-1283).
I've always been "Just fine" when asked,
even with high fever, through the oxygen mask
at the age of five. That, though, was the outward face,
the tougher mask, the charade. Inside? Nothing fine,
not a lovable part, no worth. Until it changed.
Until being loved, being accepted just as I was,
made my insides as fine as I claimed,
changed my outsides over time to just fine.
even with high fever, through the oxygen mask
at the age of five. That, though, was the outward face,
the tougher mask, the charade. Inside? Nothing fine,
not a lovable part, no worth. Until it changed.
Until being loved, being accepted just as I was,
made my insides as fine as I claimed,
changed my outsides over time to just fine.
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