Like aren’t you fat enough?

Your stomach looks mighty rough.

That look kills me inside.

Takes away all of my pride.

I may even commit suicide.

But I don’t know because it’s really hard to decide…

Between life and death.

I feel as though I’m smoking meth, when I fantasize about being small also a little tall.

God made me this way for a reason.

I just hope I can change for next season.

Summer, boy is it gonna be a bummer.

Swimming? Ha! Yeah whatever!

Me in a bathing suit?

NEVER!

But really its whatever, it’s been this way forever why would I have a problem with it now.

How sweet the sound… My music blasting in my ears soothes my soul… and slowly the problem floats away..

Then BOOM sneaks back up on me as soon as that last note play.

Nothing left to say… but hey tomorrow’s another day.

Not so great, another day of this pain but like always I’m gonna keep my cool… shake it off, then go to school.