The Storm

I've been getting better
I eat
I laugh
And more importantly, I don't cry

No more crying in the bathroom
Hidden away in the last stall
curled up in a ball
Next to my best friend

Sure, I still have it
The ache that's inside of me
The nagging voice
That's always there when I eat

"Do you really need another piece?"
"Are you sure you should be eating that"
"Think about what it will do to your body,
The body, your working for"

It's still there
But it's quieter
Less Noticeable
And that's the way I like it

With the help of friends
Three Best Friends
I'm getting cured
Getting better

I'm proud
But also scared
Scared of what's to come next
It makes me wonder

Is this the calm before the storm?