The Fight

If you will not fight for right when you can easily win without blood shed; if you will not fight when your victory is sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may even be a worse case. You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than to live as slaves.– Winston Churchill

I wish I could breathe these words into the hearts of every lost stranger that anorexia will taunt. I wish I could paint them over the walls of a bi-polared soul and plead them to come back together, sink my teeth into the fists of the depression and provoke the Fight from their souls.

I wish I wish I wish it wasn’t too late for me, and I was not fighting the cause while already grieving for the loss.

I wish we could all Fight. Today.

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