She was forever growing bigger, than she ever cared to be.
She felt so powerless and helpless, never liking what she would see,
For when she looked into the mirror, a stranger stared back at her.
She has to take control, find her way back to there, where?The place it has no name but it is full of happiness.
It's a place where she is loving and accepting of herself.
She cannot find the pathway yet but she knows that it is there.
So, she'll keep on looking for it, as she knows what's best for her.Yeah, so I have given myself the kick up the bum that was required, so now it's all about finding the way back. To that happy place. I'm on the right road. It's all about the journey, I guess.
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A Weight off My Mind - Time to Live
PoetryRegardless of size, putting your life on hold until you reach that perfect weight, does no one any good. This will be my collection of poems reflecting on societies obsession with weight and size and the effect this has on us and how we can change...