Round eyes peered and the face that was mostly cheeks
Constipated with shame, but morbidly fascinated, peeks
At her body, a work of grotesquerie
Some say fluffy, some say puffy.
She is repelled by her corpulent figure
Reflected in the lake.
How could she have gotten bigger?
As though in her stomach lying awake
Was an insatiable gigantic snake.
And she goes running again to the patisserie.
Then after she ate
She tempted fate
Looking at herself again,
Tempted with cream and cake
She fell in hate.
What are you due?
You should see a fitness guru.
All that fat gonna kill you.
Everyone is raving about this miracle stew.
Don’t look so blue.
I wouldn’t tell you if it weren’t true.
Mischief begins to brew.
The diets don’t work.
The trainer is a jerk.
These supplements are just a fad.
Finally! End of session.
Where is that fun she should have had?
On the brink of depression
Our girl has had enough.
The process was not a little tough.
It was when she learnt to be content
Despite all the time and money she had spent
With that the one body, that house of soul
Need tender loving care to mend the hole
Of imagined inadequacy.
The power of the mind is underrated.
A lot of love, a little respect: freedom from hatred
And it would be sated.