Finally Letting Go

by Beatrice   Mar 21, 2008


I put the toothbrush away
And the scale too
I weigh 126 and that�s where I�ll stay
As I continue to eat food.

My friends and family are proud
As I continue to stay big
My stomach is no longer loud
But I�m starting to look like a pig

You can no longer see my bones
When my shirt fits tight
My stomach no longer has a tone
And my pants never fit right

But my friends and family are glad
As my fat begins to grow
I still consider food bad
But I�m finally letting go.

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