I love my body.
We know that’s a lie.
Because I can’t wear leggings
They show my big thighs.
I dont conform to society’s rules!
But it sure would be nice to look thin by the pool
I’m tubby and proud I say out loud
But staring at my fat is not allowed
I’ll pull up my tights and wear baggy tops
And Google how many calories are in lolipops.
They say be healthy be happy and I am neither
But I don’t want to munch salad either
my stomach is screaming for more than just leaves
Stuff me with chocolate and chips and cheese!
The three dreaded c’s where the calories are in the triple digits.
And satisfaction of scoffing is just so short
Even while you’re munching there’re those thoughts
that dread of looking down and seeing a dome of my skin
I’ll eat broccli tomorrow, by next week I’ll be thin.
And I know that everyone is beautiful
A bit of tub doesn’t matter at all!
When I look at people I see their hope
Their smiles, and happiness, how well they cope
with loss and stress and illness and death
why do we obsess about being
Arms and legs that you could snap
a slender neck, a stomach that’s flat
Give me a jawbone, make me feather light
slice off some thickness and melt cellulite
Oh make me a princess, a size zero fairy
But that just can’t happen. Unless I give up dairy.
Nothing tastes better than skinny feels.
Tell that to my mouth as I greenify my meals.
Maybe I’ll go for a run today.
Or maybe I’ll eat ice cream until I feel okay.