I'm sitting here, counting calories again.
Wondering why?
Why do I not have will power?
Why was I chosen to look like I do?
Why does nobody like me?
Whenever I walk down the street,
I see all of these beautiful, skinny girls
With their boyfriends holding their hips
Or grasping onto their hands.
And I wonder...why can't that be me?
Then I walk into yet another store,
That will make me feel even worse,
Because I know that nothing will fit me.
But I try anyways
And the other girls in the store
Are laughing as if to say,
"Do you really think you look nice?"
I look at them with a plastic smile,
Because I don't know any better.
That makes me say, "That's it!!
I'm not putting up with this any longer.
I just won't eat!"
When I got home, I saw that mom had made muffins.
'Okay...but only one.."
I said to my self.

**This isn't really meant to be funny or anything like that--"haha; make fun
of the fat girl!" I don't reall feel this way about myself, but I'm always
hearing _*~the better people~*_ talking about ''less fortunate''. It makes
me sick and I tried to put myself in their shoes one day...**
 
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