Pear

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I am a pear

I run all the miles

But every brownie shows

I'm always tucking

Trying to make my stomach flat

I lift all the weights

And my arms 

Remain untoned

I tell myself I'm pretty

But I can't stop worrying

About how I look

Even if I feel lovely

I'll feel fat all day

So heavy and round and fake

And no matter how many

Miles I run

Or steps I climb

I am always a pear

And I can't see how that

Can ever be perfect. 

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