Poor Body Image Blues

 

Poor Body mage Blues

I’m a pot bellied native.

And I wear it with pride.

Some call me a sadist.

But, you know they lied.

 

I’ve tried about every diet

to try and lose the weight.

I need someone to buy it.

Maybe that’s all it’d take.

 

I have exercised to no end.

Just to lose a few pounds.

I have got to be able to bend.

to just a few more rounds.

 

I’ve cut out all the snacks

I taken the laxatives too.

Then people say it smacks

of anorexic ways to you.

 

Except, I’m a pot bellied native.

I am  not a skinny skeleton.

I feel like I’m a weighted

down relic, —-son.

 

I could go on a hunger strike.

I would only drink water.

But, would I win the fight

of losing the weight like I otter?

 

I guess I need a new body image.

Or, others need one of me.

I MUST be slim like my linage

to be accepted, you see.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

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