Today is my cheat day,
Or maybe my cheat week,
A smirk of a smile,
Of diets and exercise I do not speak,
The guilt forgotten because I seek,
The delicious foods no longer I sneak,
Past the desire to feed that hunger of greed.
Secretly it is a lie within itself,
Is is a yearning to be obsessed?
A cry for help, no longer I felt
That safety of control
For it has taken a time crunching toll
On my physical goals.
The mind plays tricks on a weak will,
Cursed the imagery that my brain instills,
The fattening, sugary trick or treats,
Like a placebo pill that fails to fulfill,
A psychological ill that only craves for more.
Not of hunger, but a dissatisfaction that every college girl can understand,
The busyness in a day,
Crammed with papers, bosses, and charity.
For relief I found in food,
A taste of heaven to lighten this stressful mood.
But, it can become out of hand,
Surrounded by temptation on a land
Of abundance and waste.
A chance I do not stand.
So do I join the band,
Of diet jibberish and bodybuilding fans?
Calorie talks, fat complaints, AND
I blank. Because I am numb
And tired of this hedonic treadmill, a rule of thumb
To just give up and add to this growing sum
Of unhealthy burdens.
Only to start back over,
To relive the cycle of a food lover,
A pushover, a fake cover
That conceals the true inner