I'm never going to be able
To out run this body.
My stomach, my rolls, my thighs
Builds up this anger that leads to
Screaming, yelling, wasting my time getting high.
I cant stand to look in the mirror,
Always looking in disgust
Wondering what it is people see in her
I'm not object of lust.
Just a girl
Screaming on the inside
With no way out.
Wishing I could see beauty
Instead of all these doubts.
I count my calories,
Thinking that'll do the trick
When that doesn't work
I make myself sick.
No one notices,
They all think I'm fine
They never question my second bottle of wine.-b.
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