Skinny…
So used to eating whatever the hell you want,
Shoving a thousand cookies down your throat
and not a single one makes a difference.
You eat and eat and never have to worry about your butt
   Or your thighs
   Or your face
   Or your stomache
Loaves of bread and cheese and deserts all just for you
                                    And you eat it all happily

Puberty…
It comes in like a tornado and
Stays for a good, long while.
Soon, those cookies give you acne
And those hot foods make you sweat,
   Smells and delights now make you sick and you hurt
Oh, how much you love the food,
And the habit you made breaks you,
But all you can do is eat…
                                    Not so happily

Fat…
The word you now describe;
Your butt and your thighs have exploded,
No longer can you eat what you want
But you have a habit you cannot break,
You have done this all your life and you cannot change.
So you complain and whine and say you’ll eat better
   And say you’ll diet
   And say you’ll work out,
   But you never do.
The habit has taken over and you can do nothing but eat.
Sit, hate yourself, gorge yourself.
Food was your friend,
Now it is your enemy,
Yet all you can do is eat…
                                    Hating it all the while.

Hope...
Something you never thought you would have.
You think about it and mull it over
And now you've got it once again.
People can and will accept you,
They realize you are who you are and they
give you a second chance.
No more judgment and misconceptions because
You're body isn't all of you.
So you laugh
   you smile
   you take it in stride
Because you are you and can be what you want...
                                    and you do it all happily.