Worst Enemy

by Chelsea R.   Jul 23, 2004


I used to be happy
with the way I was
but now I know I was blind to see
that I'm not as skinny
as I want to be
I feel so fat
I just want my stomach
to be flat
I eat as little as possible
as I go through the day
just hoping and wishing
that the fat will go away
I have to eat at dinner
and I hate every bite
but I go on pretending
that everything is alright
Food has become my worst enemy
soon I will be thin
and then things will be better
knowing food can't win

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