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Just
look at my weight, oh boy what a state!
The size
of my frame is now under debate.
My tits
now enlarged to thirty six C.
(They
used to be a thirty four B)
Baggy
jumpers and leggings I wear with a passion-
Who said
that now they’ve gone out of fashion?
My
stomach I look at with mounting confusion
It looks
like I’m pregnant, but that’s an illusion!
The
‘spaghetti’ I see are really stretch marks,
I turn
off the light (you can’t see in the dark).
Mr.
Blobby now puts me to shame,
Too many
takeaways-they’re part to blame.
To put
on my jeans needs physical force,
Fat
gained here and there of course!
To stand
up in them after isn’t a pleasure,
Now scared
of reaching for my tape-measure.
I won’t
stand on my scales as now they could break,
It takes
all my will power to stop eating cake!
This
time last year I was a size ten,
Now a
generous fourteen is now my best friend.
I can’t
blame my diet of pasta and rice,
Tho
another helping don’t get turned down twice!
The urge
for chocolate is really quite strong,
To eat
more than one bar I know would be wrong
And
extra strong mints help carry the day,
Sugar
for energy – that’s what I say.
But my
thinking and theory must be wrong,
As my
weight now has gone on and on
Even my
shoes have now got the blues
And
clothes are getting harder to choose.
With
Christmas impending, foods’ now a peril,
With
extra drink flowing ones got to be careful.
(Now my
double chin is almost treble)
Hide the
quality street
Else I
won’t see my feet!
After
new year I must find some power,
Tho’
where it will come from, which way and how?
Do
exercise I suppose,
Bend
over and touch my toes.
But by
summer I know size fourteen will cease,
By this
time next year I won’t be obese!
Linda
Lawrence
18th
December 1993
