weightloss
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Am I pretty now?
You told me I need makeup,
You can hardly tell it is me anymore,
Am I pretty now?
You said I needed to lose some weight,
Well i have, now I'm anorexic,
Am I pretty now?
The mirror highlights the differences
From the polaroid on the wall
Of a man undriven, sad but unwilling
Enslaved to his own weakness
Sharp words and cruel tongues
Ignited the crucible long overdue
The refrain on my frame
Left many to restrain
Including myself.
Until the doubt cleared
and hope was on set
I realized
There's no bet.
Green, yellow, orange, red
The gym, so musty and cool.
The weights clanging against the ground.
The buff guy, I thought “what a tool.”
The hydraulics hissed, and gave out a sigh.
The tap-tap-tap, of feet on the treadmill.
