You're the next contestant
Of this game called body image
So tell us dear,
What's your personal scrimmage?
It all started with a noise
A not so silent rumble
Always asked if I was hungry
In reply, I'd just grumble
I did not know at the age of 12
Back in 7th grade
The rumble stopped all my growth
Regardless of how I prayed
Added to the chorus
Was the symphony of 'the runs'
Which really just meant
I'd need the bathroom tons
The next 5 years of school
Were often a bit tricky
But I finally made it through
Moving rather briskly
I worked happily for two years
Without much complaint
Until I dropped to my knees
From a pain that made me faint
Or at least I wish it had.
Crumpled on the floor
During a high end dinner
I knew i'd need a doctor
Poked and prodded
A litany of tests
Crohn's disease
Is what he did suggest
The next 9 years were hell
Side effects from 19 pills a day
Did nothing but make it worse
So I told my doc I won't play
I could not keep food down
I lost all of my teeth
Malabsorption for the win
What else lies beneath?
For years this went on
No matter time of day
Always making others comment
On how much I must weigh
Daintily touching my wrist
With looks of sympathetic envy
"I'd **** to be that skinny!"
Always sent me to a frenzy
Yes, yes, lucky me
I have an incurable disease
That makes me look as though
I was starved by the nazis
I say all this
Not to make you sad
It's just a story of how
Pain became my comrade
I am determined to a fault
It kept messing with my head
So I changed my perspective
And choose happiness instead
For as much pain I've suffered
There is also lots of growth
Patience, love, and compassion
Are now my solemn oath
My form may betray me
But it no longer has a hold
Once I learned to embraced it
My beauty did unfold
It's not about what's out
But rather what's inside
And once you realize this
You will find your stride
