I want to cry.
I want to cry,
Cry,
Cry,
And hope that the tears are the 500 calories I didn't want.
Nobody is listening,
I beg them to stop giving me unhealthy food,
I'm trying to cut down
But they continue to give it to me.
Wow you've put on weight, getting a bit porky aren't you?
The cycle starts again.
Cry,
Wallow in self pity,
Feel so much shame because of the ice cream someone made me even though I said no,
Then they wonder why I get so angry and frustrated,
Then tell me to stop being silly and that I need to eat.
Don't tell me one thing,
Then call me another.
Believe
it
or
not,
It's hard to eat the food in front of me when I know that each bite equals to another unneeded remark about the shame that hangs from my bones that I am desperately trying to shift.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
I want to cry.
I want to cry,
Cry,
Cry,
And hope that the tears are the 500 calories I didn't want.
Nobody is listening,
I beg them to stop giving me unhealthy food,
I'm trying to cut down
But they continue to give it to me.
Wow you've put on weight, getting a bit porky aren't you?
The cycle starts again.
Cry,
Wallow in self pity,
Feel so much shame because of the ice cream someone made me even though I said no,
Then they wonder why I get so angry and frustrated,
Then tell me to stop being silly and that I need to eat.
Don't tell me one thing,
Then call me another.
Believe
it
or
not,
It's hard to eat the food in front of me when I know that each bite equals to another unneeded remark about the shame that hangs from my bones that I am desperately trying to shift.
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