What are you doing ma'am, in front of the mirror, checking yourself out like you're looking for errors?
Well I'm just scanning the body, testing my limits, trying to see where the fat is and the fact is, it's everywhere.
Mostly on my mind cause there's always hope to change curves and battle calories but it's tricky and no matter how hard I struggle, I see nothing happening.

All the hours eating to forget, eating to feel good, eating to be more than the scared little girl dealing with all the **** she went through. Eating to waste time, eating to have fun and eating to please the palate, the nervous system and the five senses inside.
On this leather couch, watching TV; and who said it was true you weren't the product of society? I am, I was and it's made me into this.

I'm looking into that mirror and all I want is an answer.



Am I beautiful?