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Eating My Dreams

Eating My Dreams


I used to eat my dreams.


One Krispy Kreme at a time.


The doughnuts never cared what I looked like.


They never cared whether I spoke up or not.


Krispy Kreme couldn’t judge me.


I allowed them to slowly eat away at my dreams.


How could I be a travel nurse and leave them behind?


So I sat there and swallowed my voice.


All the while trapped inside myself.


Screaming inside but no one could hear me but me.


One day I decided to listen to this woman inside of me.


I listened to her dreams and what she wanted to be.


I dreamed of her at night.


Once I listened to her, I couldn’t ignore her anymore.


I had to stop eating my dreams.


I put my boxing gloves on and fought for the woman inside.


No longer was this eating disorder going to stop my dreams.


No longer was I going to allow it to steal my voice.


I put my trust in God and started to tell my story.


The woman inside of me and I are now one.


I’m no longer eating my dreams, I’m living them.


I’m free.


Shavawn Boyer


Originally published on January 21, 2016 from www.theadventuresofanurse.com.



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