"Some people like curves,"
But what purpose do mine serve?
They make shirts look dumb,
Make me wish I was numb.
"Being chubby's ok."
Not when every day
The mirror mocks you,
And you suck in 'til you turn blue.
Fat can bring you to tears,
Even if it's there for years.
When every shirt you ever loved,
After you've shifted and shoved,
Makes you a mountain range,
And it's still nothing strange,
You start to hate yourself.
Useless as a figure on a shelf.
(At least people like that.)
I'm so sick of being fat.
