Sick

I wish I could not eat and get away with it.
I wish I didn't love to eat so much.
I wish that what I love to eat didn't happen to be exactly what you shouldn't.
I wish I could drop 50lbs and not hate every living minute of it.
I wish that my self-image didn't plummet almost as soon as I entered this house.
I wish that the thin, fabulous image I have of myself in my head matched reality.
I wish I didn't fall right into the stereotype of wanting to look just like they do on the screen.
I wish I didn't feel guilty for eating. Period.
I wish I could do yoga every day to give me clarity and peace of mind with a strong, flexible body with which to go on adventures in.
I wish I could dance every day so that I smiled a lot more and worried a lot less.
I wish I could sing and not by myself and have something to sing about.
I wish that not every day was such a struggle to get through.
And I wish.
that I could remember.
the bright, ambitious person I was.
before the spiral down.