I regret everything I do,
Of my sins I wish they knew.
Saying no to food, my stomach aches,
My head, it pounds, my body shakes.
Can’t control anything in my life,
Perfection will come with hard work and strife.
Standing on the scale late at night.
The numbers, too high, a terrible sight.
Lower, lower, the voice in my head cries,
Flatten that stomach, shrink those thighs.
This voice in my head, now a part of me,
Telling me what to do, what to see.
I see a fat girl, worthless and huge,
This is why myself I abuse.
Must weigh less, numbers have to go down,
When fat I see, smile is replaced with frown.
Won’t stop until I reach my goal,
Until then, I must starve, practice self-control.
