#obese
There's a man who's been called obese
His size, it plays hell with his knees
He blames water retention
But fails to mention
He's addicted to food cooked in grease.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
Recently I came to the conclusion that our body's are perfect, it's taken a long time!
The fact is we are all truly beautiful and diverse in shape and size.
I no longer look at the symmetry; lips, forehead, broad or narrow faces, chins, noses, jaw, eyes, cheekbones, how clear and smooth is the skin; how tall or small the frame.
I've come to realise that over time, these comparisons are a form of physical nostalgia; just a combination of shapes reminiscent of the many people we have loved or admired throughout our lives, and that our body image has become a measure of our perception of our physical self, our feelings, our positively and our desires.
I've come to the conclusion that all vessels embody the beauty of the individuals they carry; because everybody is both body and soul.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 10:08 AM UTC
The voices in my head
are obese,
feeding on my thoughts.
Gluttony of consuming
confusion.
I'm starving,
I want my thoughts back.
But still they eat away at me,
from the inside.
Soon ill just be a nothing..
Just silence in a overweight mind.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 8:09 AM UTC
There's nothing pretty about a girl that is 100 pounds overweight.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has 15 different skin tones.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has faint eyes coloured dark with insomnia.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has thin lips barely matching the size of the doubled chins.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has fat cheeks hiding her faint eyes from the world.
There's nothing pretty about girl that has a neck covered in fat and hidden by the weight of the chins.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has ******* smaller than the belly it resides above.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has belly enough to cover the scope of her womanhood.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has thighs that rubs together hiding scopes of her womanhood.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has a camera that dulls and fades the blemishes and extra chins away.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has pictures of herself resonating on her social medias but not looking like herself.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that hasn't accepted that there's nothing pretty about her.
There's nothing pretty about a girl that has.................
There's nothing pretty about me.
-fir.m
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Due to popular belief. I believe that certain things are due to happen naturally.
Like all other things it's bound to grow. This thing, love.
We are due to become obese to this organic, homegrown feeling.
The initial look that begins as taste. Naturally we are starved.
Aroused by the scent that lures us close. This thing, love.
One thing we must learn is self control. To not over indulge in the primary reason it exists.
To selfishly take because it's there. This thing, love.
Effort exudes as it becomes habit. Being placed at a table readily available for what portion comes next.
This need becomes confused with want.
To please others before our need in unselfish manner. A straight forward response to habit.
The rising availability of also being taken for granted. The insurmountable outline that defines lust.
Our intake becomes higher attempting to justify the difference. Thus we become lazy.
Reacting in ways we normally wouldn't. This thing, love.
This scent acts as incentive, instantly attracted by which we over indulge.
Searching for this thing, love.
It's a reasonable thing. Knowing when to reach. When to pull. When to give and sacrifice.
Almost always all of these happen, learning self control, vocalizing when we've had our fill.
Else we will continue to eat until there is nothing left.
Grown obese. This thing, love
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
I am enough,
What I have is enough,
I have enough hair to cover my head,
So I shaved,
No hassle for hair styles.
I have more than enough body mass,
I am in the obese class,
Diet and fashion are not my desserts.
I have enough I.Q to run my home,
Tutor my children some,
I have the portfolio of Minister
of Finance and and Home Affairs.
I am an open book,
I have enough charm and looks,
To make people feel at ease with me.
I have enough *** appeal,
Ecstasy and joy I feel,
Proof,my husband has not left me.
I have enough love to give away,
I am kind, they say,
Happy and with enough I want to stay.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
Fat bride Jenny,
Went to see Dr.Benny,
Had gas and constipation,
Could not eat her favourite venison.
The nurse asked her to get up on the scale,
The scale gave a yell,
The scale huffed and puffed,
The nurse in fear trembled and coughed,
The scale cried,
"We need your weight,fat bride,
Not Your Mobile number,
Get down, don't mount me ever."
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
Feeling the fat upon myself, is a pain I'd always known
I look in the mirror and wish I could see my collarbones.
I want to be that girl who's thin and beautiful.
But instead I'm the one with big thighs and that's inexcusable.
I hope one day to be the skinny girl I know that's inside me.
The girl with her collarbones, everyone can see.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Now, I am not a huge man
I'm not large by any means
In fact it is surprising
I still wear normal jeans
My pants don't have elastics
I still use normal towels
But, my BMI stats tell me
I'm a word that has three vowels.
It started just this morning
When I got upon the scale
After getting back my numbers
I felt like a beached whale
Our scale is something special
Uplifitng messages it did send
Today when I stood on it
It said, is it you and your fat friend?
I thought this can't be right
I saw the numbers there
I've gained ten pounds since Christmas
But, I'm ****** if I know where
I thought that the old batteries
Just needed to be changed
But, the numbers were the same again
That **** scale is deranged
Most times I eat real healthy
No fried foods and lots of greens
But I keep on getting fatter
And I don't know what this means
I entered all my numbers
My height, and weight increase
And when my BMI was figured
It said "Son, you're obese"
Now, I do not ride a scooter
I wear an xl shirt
But seeing that word on the chart
Well, man....that really hurt
I watch shows on my tv
of people in bad shape
They weigh in at 600 pounds
And to them I am a grape.
My knees may hurt, my back is sore
But that's not from my weight
They hurt from my arthitis
Not from my rotund state
Obese, to me is something
That I swore I'd never be
It's a tag that is real hurtful
And it is one I have to see
Each time I get upon the scale
And then go to the chart
It comes up as obese each time
It really breaks my heart
Now, exercise and I are friends
We met once in the past
But we always seem have a fight
And our friendship does not last
I've tried diets that do wonders
They make the pounds fall off
But after twenty pounds of loss or so
My body starts to scoff
It says "you know you're fooling no one"
"A skinny you's just fake"
"So, come on down off the treadmill"
"And let's go get some cake"
So exercise is not for me
There must be other ways
To lose the weight that I've put on
One I can do in days!
I'm looking for a short cut
To break me from my obese rut
So, I chose Liposuction
Where they stick a tube inside my gut
They said "you are a candidtate"
Like, there was choice that had been made
I knew I had to get the weight off
If I wanted to get laid
They took me in a little room
And had me lie down on the bed
Then they put a tag on my big toe
I said "...in case I wake up dead?"
They said it was to tell them what to do
I said I way 300 pounds,
So if I know, why don't you?
They drew some lines upon my gut
and down on to my thighs
I said don't touch nothing down there
It's exactly the right size
They told me that the lines were just
To show them where to ****
Again, I thought below my waist
And I thought "just my luck"
They said a hose would **** the fat
That my body had in store
I thought, that's only so
I can fill it up with more
They said that it would hurt some
And I'd be sore and bruised
Then they showed me a few pictures
Those people looked abused
I siad, no thanks, I'm outa here
I'm gonna lose it right
I didn't put it on that quick
And I won't lose it overnight
I'll change the food I'm eating
And I'll go and walk a bit
I'll use the stairs a little more
And this time I won't quit
But, as I thought of liposuction
And that really neat machine
To own something that ***** like that
Would be so ****** keen!
Now, I'm working on my weight loss
And folks, here is the scoop
I' dropped two pound this afternoon
I just had a good ****
Just exercise some caution
If your scale says you're obese
For I'm in this fight beside you
And our weights will both decrease!
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
1.Emotional obesity
Her enlarged ego, she proudly wore
as if it was an impregnable armor
what an observer could see was
an emotionally obese siren on the prowl.
her mate too was thoroughly
compatible to her,
when they danced, two enlarged
egos rubbed in a way really wrong.
2.Ego trouble
Every ego is different in shape, size and measure
but in essence all egos are capable of making troubles.
3.Killing ego
Killing ego isn't about blood and gore, it's good riddance,
that's the way to make light go euphoric, proliferate.
4.Ego goes in to a bag
Every individual ego soon finds on its own,
an equally capacious ego bag to carry it around.
5.System breaker
When an ego problem seeps in to a system,
it'd establish it's nuisance value; helps to easily sell it.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Remeber you're not here to eat
You're here to survive
You're fat I know
And that's alrite
Get on your feet
and do the drill
Since too long
You've been chill
It's now or never
or you'll lose control
So push it my friend
And don't be an *******
You think you know
Where you're headed
Just look around
And you'll dread it
You're not in pain
And you think it's good
Get on your feet
and be worthy of the food
For too long
You went with the flow
It's time now
To rise
Shine
And glow
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Do you want a slice of cake,
might keep you going just for now.
But as you are not used to eating,
you have the hooves we'll keep the cow.
The modern world is dying younger,
unlike those in the poorer east.
Who die through lack of food and water,
we're dying because we're obese.
In this modern city arena,
it seems our portion is the more
free health and overwhelming safety
but we save that small slice for the poor.
The waste is massive, over burdened,
tons of food are chucked away.
As we stick to our sell by clearance
just think for what so many pray.
Do we need such a massive slice,
even half would fill our needs.
The west gets fat the east is wanting
scrubbing around for scraps and seeds.
So next time when feasting in McDonalds,
and washing down with large milkshake.
Try and see your own reflexion
and you'll see whom eats all the cake.
Before you leave that busy food-hall,
just have a quick look in the bin
and you will see the unholy waste,
perhaps you'll also see the sin.
The slicing of this planets cake
seems to be divided wrong.
So cut it into a fairer slices
and send it to where it belongs.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC