Food my enemy,
Eating my weak point.
Children they crave,
fast food, snacks, sweets;
Sometimes...
So do I.
But I am no longer a child,
though no sooner a woman;
I don't like the term,
neither it's expectations.
Only the child possesses
Beauty in being chubby.
They call you charmant then;
But now they'd say you're lazy.
A woman has to be curvaceous;
But if you don't have the curves,
It's compulsory to be thinner.
Skinny is your best friend.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
Food my enemy,
Eating my weak point.
Children they crave,
fast food, snacks, sweets;
Sometimes...
So do I.
But I am no longer a child,
though no sooner a woman;
I don't like the term,
neither it's expectations.
Only the child possesses
Beauty in being chubby.
They call you charmant then;
But now they'd say you're lazy.
A woman has to be curvaceous;
But if you don't have the curves,
It's compulsory to be thinner.
Skinny is your best friend.
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