I step upon the bathroom scale
And see neon digits reflecting back at me
A sudden gain of inches packed right on my waist
An extra kilo it goes right straight to the face
My chin has doubled now
it can barely fit through classic t-shirts
Hell, I can’t even sit
There’s neon digits now that I can’t even see
I’ll never eat at Wendy’s© even if it’s free!
Punish my waistline
Can’t wear these jeans anymore
We’re sticking now to sweatpants
Until I feast no more
I feel the bloating reaching critical levels
A mass above what this frame can securely hold
I tell myself that this is all okay
But in reality I look like a bouquet
I try to diet but it seems not to work
A caloric deficit was not just all it took
Starving myself for days but my mass still has grown
This punishment now takes a life all of its own
Why has this curse fallen on me?
I cannot even stand to see myself
I am more gut than human now
A side effect of all the trash I eat…
Wendy’s© for lunch
and Mickey D’s© for dinner
A stop at Coldstone© in between
This is why I ain’t getting thinner!