Today we’ll talk about anorexia and its deep roots found in the valley of the shadow. Check it out:
Side A
While you try to kill yourself at any cost, living hostage to a poorly guided and excessively treacherous mind. Your body smartly wages a fierce battle to change your course, to keep you in this world, and to take care of you.
And you try to kill it when it tries to save you. But it keeps fighting for you. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
However, you strengthen, exalt, and unite with what seeks to bring you down and make you suffer. Your excuse is a point to be proven, which disguises an unprecedented lack of self-respect and self-love.
Making others the protagonists of your story as if you didn’t have what it takes to take control of what is rightfully yours. Paying for the lunatic wanderings of an uncontrolled and neglected mind that only knows how to walk toward the negative.
Absurdly, you fight for a violent and slow suicide because torturing yourself is easier than receiving light in any form.
Starving your body is easier than being yourself. Better to die than to surrender.
Side B
Caught off guard, you walk in the rain against your will, and the heavenly waters seep into your clothes, touching your skin. Tears fall and you feel, after controlling what’s moving for so long.
The next day, you humbly put your face in the sun and feel the warmth that has been missing in this skeleton of yours for so many years. Your body receives desperately desired affection.
In an inexplicable lapse, on your knees, with your legs finally open, you rub the moist cleft between your legs on the ground. God receives your unexplored liquidity and comes closer. Suddenly your mouth opens and words never before spoken come out. You hear yourself for the first time, and your music enchants you. There is no other way, so you keep singing and creating a path of light where before, there was only fear and darkness. You learn that nothing is static and nothing is forever.