As you get older
You start to expand
You try not to notice
Your extending waistband
You put on your pants
And the fat it hangs out
Yes, you’re starting to gain
Of this, there is no doubt
You try to ignore it
It’s as clear as your nose
The buttons are popping
Off all of your clothes
You get so depressed
That you, start to cry
Beginning to wonder
How this happened and why
Am I eating more food
Not exercising
Without speaking a word
His eyes criticizing
Try every new diet
They swear it will work
I stay on it one day
Then I feel like a jerk
I carried four babies
That’s partly to blame
And I am who I am
I should not have to feel shame
If truth need be told
Problems not with my man
I must learn to like me
If only I can
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I completely understand where you are writing from. I am a yo yo dieter. It takes a big toll mentally and physically. Great communication.