I used to be a skinny twig

I hated me so much

If you’d put two fingers on me

I’d fall with that touch

.

I always wanted muscles

To be attractive to girls

I even drank those protein shakes

Hoping my muscles would swell

.

I gave up trying

And eventually with time

The weight starting catching me

But I felt just fine

.

Blood tests taken for the doc

I wonder what I’ll see

Only bad thing really

My cholesterol high for me

.

The next time it was better

I was so proud of me

Under control I thought

I felt almost happy

.

But each year at the docs

Another kilo would add

Too much butter and beer

Was making me get fat

.

Until the comments about my weight

Started getting to me

It’s easy how it sinks in

How ever meant to be perceived

.

I stopped eating mornings

Going through to lunch

Not even a snack for me

A little sugar crunch

.

It’s been a month now

My trousers keep falling

I hope it’s really true

I haven’t started stalling

.

It’s funny how a little word

Can get to you so much

Disorder can install itself

Dieting is rough

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