dieting
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Buried in a plate of lettuce, I look up.
Buried in a plate of lettuce, I see
Memories of chicken nuggets dipped in ranch
Memories of thick, greasy pizza
Sitting on my stomach
burning the wet tissue.
sadness fills the void.
never
good enough, not
anymore.
hating self-control
How can you lose pounds?
And be so round
You eat pizza, pasta, and grinders
Let this be a reminder
Your on a diet
Isn't that a riot?
Once the years of
scholarly things
come to a close,
I wish to help
those who've fallen.
Those who feel down,
despise themselves
for their body
and their lacking
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I remind myself each day.
Of course, not everyone thinks of beauty the same.
