My Poetry

die(t)

more water
less sugar
more fruit
less candy
more exercise
less sleeping
more running
less weight
you've broken me
calling me names based on my weight
you've torn me apart
because I'm not skinny enough
so I wrote a word in my hip
to remind myself
of how Fat
I really am
thank you mother dearest
for putting me on
this plan
and for making me
die(t)