i eat my food, my enemy
my body shaking as i proceed
this really isnt what i need
i look at the faces sat at the table 
fork settled between their lips 
but all that fat is going on their hips! 
i suffer thorugh most of the meal 
i feel like iv let myself down 
i walk up the stairs with a sigh and a frown 
i enter my favourite room 
i look to my hero 
soon il be ultra skinny 
way under a size zero. 






( im not belimic or anything just felt like writing this
poem )