"The bulimia I so hated, as I struggled from day to day,
The bondage that I was in, I thought was the only way
I wanted it to vanish, yet I held with all my might
On the quest for perfection, it was what I thought
was right.
Managing my disorder, became a way of life
It was part of my identity, as I was a mother and a wife.
Who would I be without it, how would I ever be able to
cope,
With pain, rejection, loneliness, I truly didn’t see any
hope.
So I held on tightly to this monster, disguised as my best friend,
Daily destroying my body and mind, how else was I to
mend.
When desperate I became, I just wanted it to be gone,
I cried out to God and accepted, Jesus his beloved Son.
He is the key to the freedom; he restored my past life of
pain,
To God I give the glory, in my life he will always reign!