Life Is a Diet
Life is a diet I try and fail each day,
A silent struggle I don’t dare say.
I count the crumbs, I skip the bread,
But still the hunger fills my head.
They call it will, they call it grace,
They never see the saddest face.
Each bite a choice, each choice a war,
And shame just waits behind the door.
The scale decides if I’m enough,
Its numbers cold, its judgement tough.
I breathe, I sweat, I push, I pray,
Yet still the weight won’t go away.
Pills and potions don’t work for me,
Food hides my shame too visibly.
A comfort cloak, a quiet shame inside.
For the fat girl I am, I try to hide.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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This is an outstanding poem!!!
A diet of self-love might be the hardest to stick to, but it's the most nourishing.
Superb dar
Some excellent words
As a researcher let me give one tip: We need hormone balance to maintain a weight. The chemicals, scnets etc. disrupt hormones. We need to minimize their use.
This piece is raw, honest, and painfully beautiful. You’ve captured the silent war so many fight daily but rarely speak of. Thank you for giving a voice to the pain behind the plate, and the strength behind every attempt. You are not alone — your words carry truth, and truth carries power. 🌿