i am proud.

the doctor tells me

you are bulimic

i think,

i am a poet

a writer

a creator of words

i am a daughter,

a woman in work

a piece of progress

i am a wife

a lover

an entire half to another

i am a professional

a post-secondary graduate

a life-long learner

i am a traveller

a lover of the world

and all its wonders

i am flawed


and beautifully imperfect

i am a human

afflicted with an illness

like any other

she tells me,

you are bulimic

i correct her

i am so much more.


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