I don’t want to count the calories
Dancing on my plate.
Id rather count the miles
skipping beneath my wheels.

I don’t want to see the numbers
Flashing on my scale.
Id rather see the blur of scenery
Flying past my window.

I don’t want to hear the people
Laughing inside my head.
Id rather hear the seagulls
Begging for food around the beach.

I don’t want to hate the girl
Staring at me in the mirror.
Id rather love her instead
Smiling every time I see her.

-ARI