I wonder how it's like.
To be skinny.
To fit into clothes.
To look pretty.
To wear anything at all,
And yet look nice.
To eat all the junk food you want.
Even my favorite, beans and rice.
Munch out everyday, and be thin.
Go shopping at stores, and also be fit.
I wonder how it's like.
Just for once.
To be skinny, and pretty.
Just for once.

I hate eating I honestly do.
It makes me fat, it's all the food.
It's my only friend, or enemy?
I eat it because it listens to me.
Is it that, or the fact that I eat my feelings out?
And now, I'm gaining weight. Pound by pound.
I disgust myself, and even my dad.
I'm such a failure, look I'm so fat.
My family repeating those words
"Are you eating again?"
Then I look at the food, and realize .
This is just the beginning.