No one realises when it all begins,
Not being able to grip napkins.
They only notice when it’s too late,
Why does love have to turn into hate?
Looking at yourself and assuming you’re fat,
Reflecting a round blob that resembles a fat cat!
Tossing and turning to see another view,
Nothing positive and nothings new.
Waking up then walking to school,
Having friends who are gorgeous and cruel.
Teasing you about your weight,
Sadly walking through the gates.
Getting home and crying on your bed,
Thinking you’re fat just like your friends said.
Looking at magazines and seeing skinny dolls,
Looking down at your stomach and seeing huge rolls.
Mum announces that dinners ready, so I go,
Hoping I won’t eat and mother won’t know.
Not wanting to eat so pretending I’m ill,
Mum gets worried because I’ve eaten nil.
Running upstairs and making yourself vomit,
Hoping to get rid of last week’s omelette.
Regretting eating at that party last month,
Beginning to see huge fat lumps.
Wearing baggy clothes that are ten times too big,
Mum discovers something wrong with my rib.
I tell her it’s nothing and just her imagination,
Mum has none of it and demands an explanation.
She doesn’t believe me at first and makes me repeat it twice,
She then takes me to the doctor for some helpful advice.
