Category: eating / losing weight


Just another way of saying ugly

As if it hurts less

Should one say “un-thin” then, to make it sound less negative?

©Maria Michaela

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Shed those extra pounds

Let’s do it all again

You did it before

You can do it once more

Move your butt and feet

Get going and never admit defeat!

Go on, just lose it

I Weight

The pounds, the kilos

Measured, weighed

The numbers show me and they do not lie

When I saw the numbers, I could almost die.

The scale it taunts me

Told me of the truth and of my fault

So my guilt starts to rise

I could either change fate or meet my demise.

Will I ever lose the pounds I gained?

I’m drifting to isolation again

Confidence gained is now confidence lost

And I have but myself to blame the most

Spare me the sweet talk and tell me straight

That I’ve once again gained weight

A slice or maybe not 

The whole lot will be mine!

Apple, pineapple, mango, maybe strawberry

I just can’t get enough!
I tell them no!

I’m not giving in to my cravings 

See, I don’t want pie

I need it!

The mirror told no lie

I needed to start, I needed to try

I’ve been on this road before and I know I can make it

Like others before me who stood up rather than stay and sit

A goal has been set and my mind too

Get up lazy bones, yes I’m talking to you

Start the workout no matter how much you have to bend

You’ll thank yourself later when you get to the end

How much more do you want from me?

I have nothing left!

To be skin and bones

And skin and bones!

To you I am just the sheel that you see
I have nothing more

I’ve never been quite the thin one
Never quite the sexy babe
But I never wanted to be one
For my mind is stronger
I prefer to be loved by who I am
By how my crazy mind works
Not by my waistline
Or the number on the weighing scale

So I’ve never been the thin me
Because I am,the great me!

Round and round it is
I bite, I tear
I munch
I savor it

Coffee, milk, tea or juice
It goes well with almost anything.
It is a joy in every bite.
And once I’m done,
I only beg for more

He told me I was beautiful and I believed him.
He said I’d be gorgeous if I were a bit more slim.
I took his words and did my best,
To try and make jealous of the rest.
I hardly ate, exercised a lot but even then,
He had eyes for others so that was when,
I decided to give him up.
I realized my happiness would not stop
If I let him go.

He said I was beautiful and I took the compliment,
But never will I ever let his words be my supplement
To my happiness

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