Eyes bright blue as the summer sky
Hair like a gently blowing golden moor
Face flushed and rounded
And body too plump
Too plump
Too fat
Diet and exercise take over my day
I falter and fail
Eating too much today
All the fat I can feel
Coursing through my veins
Weighing down my lungs
Slowly stopping my heart
In the mirror I see eyes
A light shade of blue and flaxen hair
Limbs less graceful as they had been
I grow weaker with each passing day
No longer leaving the house
Too disgusting to be seen
Too ashamed of myself
Food in the kitchen beckons
So I throw out temptation
And go to the mirror
Staring at hallowed dull eyes
Straw like hair
And twelve rolls of fat