They tell me i look like you
every contour shape is
shadow of your ages
passed down
the self reward to hold a standard
to look like you
and act like you
they say im beautiful
passed down
well if beauty is measured
by the pounds i weigh
and the food i eat

i may be too ugly
for my mom reminds me
that those carbs are a heavy
burden to pay

that food is a blessing
but a curse
cause when you look in the mirror
all you see is hate

i hope to remind my
daughter that
food is a blessing
and all you see is growth
because with food
comes love
your body is temple
to place the things you love inside
food is compassion
for you sit with the ones you love
while you eat

i may not know the next diet
but i will know that my body
is what i eat
and i eat love