So I wrote a super cheesy little poem for myself, in celebration of coping. I'm not doing anything exceptional; it's not like I have anything in particular to celebrate, not in the scope of what society would consider an achievement, anyway, but damn, I'm working, I'm eating well, I'm exercising and I'm COPING and I owe it to myself to recognise how much of a personal achievemt that is 💞 P.S., No matter where you're at on your journey right now, you, too, owe it to yourself to recognise your hard work progress 💞

Wow, girl
Look at you
Perfectly imperfect
And okay with it, too
Nourishing your body
With water and food
Busy and productive
Whilst finding time for you

Hey, little woman
You're doing just fine
I know that you struggle
From time to time
I know all too well
That weary look in your eyes
But that strength and determination
I too, recognise

Hey, my sweet
You ought to be proud
I know it feels awkward
To say it out loud
I know you'll just shrug
And brush it away
But damn girlyou deserve 
A frickin' hip-hip-hooray