Through the process, I realized that these damaging thoughts were leading me toward the “ideal” of being weightless, but obviously, I’m a human being…I can’t weigh zero lbs. Suddenly it became funny, the absurdity of it all. What was I chasing? The perceived ease of nonexistence? How ridiculous!
And yet, it still takes some work to quiet all those thoughts down. Just like in the song, I had to release my grip on them; I had to shout “they’re not mine!” at the top of my lungs. Writing “Weightless” signaled a switch in my thought process, and one of the first positive steps in my own journey of recovery, however difficult it was to express. Now, I can happily say that I have been delivered from what I now know is anorexia, and those damaging, self-destructive thoughts have no sway on me anymore.