wrote this when I was 17 years old... It is a rough draft



As I outline the imperfections on my body

I remember how it once felt to feel empty on the inside

but in control of the cravings and my life



My hips are too wide

My stomach is too big

My thighs are increasingly imperfect

All of this I can see on me



I am as I see

Imperfect by me

Not loved as I am or should be



Feeling the hunger

Just one more little bite

No more then I can handly or it might go to my thighs



Feel the burn to loose the fat

One more sit up or my stomach will turn to flab



Squeezing into my pants as I suck in.

My thoughts racing... How could I eat that little bite?

So, back to starving my body I must go.



As of now I am counting the calories

In an effort to look perfect and thin

I can not give up or else I might beef up