It's been 6 months  
Since I've knelt down on the cold tile floor
To rid myself of my dinner
All in the name of being thinner

But the thoughts persist
Even though I try and resist
They insist and insist and insist
Why do they have to exist?

You're fat they say
God, I wish they'd just go away
I pray and I pray and I pray
That they disappear one day

I'm afraid I'll never be cured
All I want is to feel beautiful, to be self assured
But I've never felt more obscured
Then I think of how much I've endured
And how much I've matured

I will not be consumed by this disease
It will no longer bring me to my knees
And I know it won't go away with ease
But one day, I promise you, one day, it will seize