Hard to swallow
I go about my day happy as can be
when I begin to notice that people are staring at me
I get real shy and try to avoid them
until rumors begin to spread and i get torn like the hem on a shirt
i try everything i can to say its not true
but nothing that i said would ever seem to work
I relaize that they might be right
and i forgot about the beauty I had inside
I starve myself and try not to eat
hoping to be the best shape I can be
and now I have a bad habit
and get anxious like a scared rabit
but that perfect figure
I just had to have it
now the foods that i use to enjoy
are so hard to swallow like whole food for babies
and as I look at the super models that drive a nice mercedes
I forget about the real beauty that is hidden within all of us ladies
if only people wouldnt have been so mean
then maybe I could finally just be me
and enjoy my favorite treat without struglling to swallow
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