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Starve

If I starve myself will you be kinder?

If I starve myself will you be nicer?

Will you treat me better?

Will you be just a little sweeter?

If I starve myself to meet your standards,

Will you accept me with arms wide open afterwards?

So I starve myself and I begin to deteriorate

My starvation, it accelerates

I drown and become lost

I only paid for my life, it’s not much of a cost.

Bikini

Bikinis,

Cute, stylish, colorful

Bikinis,

They make me bashful

For they’re made for women of slimmer figure

And they always me make insecure.

Bikinis,

I’ve never worn one without shirt and shorts

Bikinis,

They make me wish I did sports

To get that confidence in looking great

But instead, my body I tend to hate.

Bikinis,

A piece of clothing

Cause of my loathing

See Myself Thin

It’s not funny

I’m self conscious…all the time

I look at the mirror

Try to cheer myself up

Gain the confidence

But it gets depleted with each people who look at me funny.

The skinny can easily find clothes that fit

The heavy….well, we often struggle

My self esteem has left years ago

So I curl up on my bed

And hide in my room

Smaller Frame

And so I came to realize that people with smaller size, smaller frame

Gets the praise, popularity and fame

They always seem to win the game

Of one size fits all.

I never try an outfit where they can see, for fear of being shamed

And perhaps, fear of being maimed

They may not laugh at me but I’ll feel awful just the same

Such an awful feeling.

My confidence, I can never tame

I am just another fat suffering dame

I feel so lame

For wanting to be one of those with smaller frames

Unfat

I have one wish

One I’ve had since I was small

I don’t want to be called fat anymore

I want people to stop joking about my weight

I just want to be unfat

But I think it’s too much to ask for

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

I’m too fat again

I’m too skinny tomorrow

I will never be enough

I will never be just fine

I’m either too much or too little 

Not enough or an excess

I’m starting to fall again

Fall out of love of myself

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 Will Lose

Shed those extra weight 

Remove all self hate

Driving oneself to the distance

It takes a lot of hard work, give yourself a chance

Don’t give up now, you’ve come a long way

Show them what you’re made of now insead of waiting for someday

Sweat it out and enjoy yourself

I go on and tell this to myself

No one will do it for me

And so I go at it, in the end we shall see

Skinny Jeans

She looks at the mirror
Not liking what she sees
If only she were thinner
She’d have men on their knees

She holds her breath
Sucks her stomach in
Doesn’t hold too long for fear of death
She looks at her own skin

She stops, breathes deep
Takes the one size bigger
It fits her fine, it’s the one she’ll keep
Because she’s happier even when she’s not one size thinner

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