I hate you because you're taking over me,
but I love you 'cause you're making me the girl I want to be.
Why do I love you when all you do is put me down?
Making me starve 'till I fit into the smallest gown.
With the loss of each pound I'm closer to my goal,
with your help I will make this broken girl whole.
Filled with fear at every bite I take,
my plan will be ruined with just a bite of that cake.
Counting calories and fearing how much I weigh,
I am beginning to learn that you are here to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem