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Its taking over.

I wont put it on my tounge.
I wont bring it near me.
The tell me im skinny.
And i say, not enough.

I wont believe you,
I am fat.
But you have never seen,
Me like that...

Food looks so good,
but it is the enemy,
I eat one meal a day,
being a good girl.

Ive lost ten pounds,
maybe it will be twelve tommorow.
Then at least i know im on my way,
to being perfect.
Poem by jeanbean