F A T Poem by Ashley Seymour

It’s a three letter word
That pierces you like a knife,
And that same little word
Causes girls to end their life.

It’s a war,
A constant fight,
Between you,
And cellulite.

You’re just too big,
The mirror lies,
Your bubble butt,
And thunder thighs.

A body so hideous,
There’s no disguise,
Cause you’re a fat pig,
You’re jumbo size!

Thinner’s the winner,
And less is the best,
Zero’s the object,
Discipline is the test.

It’s all about numbers,
How much do you weigh?
And counting the calories,
That you eat in a day.

16 ounces,
Equals one pound,
And 72 inches,
Six feet in the ground.

I once had rolls,
Of belly fat,
Chipmunk cheeks,
And a double chin.

Now all that’s left,
Of that huge blimp,
Are fragile bones,
And ghost pale skin.

And your tomb stone will read,
I’m a weight loss success!
I looked like a Barbie doll,
In my funeral dress.

I thought that I’d be satisfied,
If only I were slim,
Alast I’d be happy,
My life no-longer grim.

How wrong I was,
I’m sad to say,
For it changed nothing,
My life thrown away.

If I couldn’t be perfect,
I’d rather be dead.
I had so much to offer,
But chose this instead.