Counting the calories,Secretly loving

Counting the calories, Secretly loving each bite, Is being skinny Worth all this fight? Seeing your hipbones? Collarbones too? Searching for a thigh gap, even though there's so much "you"? Hating yourself For eating an apple When you really should be Drinking diet snapple? Being afriad of the scale? Of seeing your weight? Looking at the " perfect girls" and wishing you hadn't ate? Is it worth losing your hair clump by clump? Running into something lightly And leaving with a lump? I know how you feel I've been there, done that And at the end of the day I still felt fat. I let words hurt me, Scar me for life. I let these words drive me right under the knife. I let society make me Into something im not. Now heres a lession I wish I'd been taught- Straving yourself Is never really right. Trust me, it isn't Worth all the fight.