I look in the mirror and stand in distaste.
I’m overweight
with such a beautiful face.
Some call me a “fatass”
and my heart just breaks.
If only they knew me
past the fat and their hate.
They don’t know that I try everyday.
I run miles and diet to try lose all the weight.
It’s a hard and slow process in which I can’t just speed up.
This is the reason I hate myself.
The weight that holds me down.
But farther than needed be.
You can call me fat,
or just call me “Emily.”
3 comments
You’re Emily. Screw them.
well, why are you overweight? Do you have a condition, or are you just overweight. If you have a condition, then you know there are pills doctors will give you (with serious side effects) that completely suppress appetite, so you WILL get thinner regardless. Who cares about side effects, because really, everyone dies in the end.
If you’re overweight just coz, then I highly doubt you run miles every day. If you did, you wouldn’t be fat. Just train harder. Train like you have no reason to live. If you don’t have diabetes or crap like that, you’ll get thin. Or, if you have true dedication, you’ll get ulcers and screw up your body even more. My friend did that. As much as I was saddened when I lost her, I respect her perseverence and integrity to this day.
I’m just overweight but I do run. I run two miles every other day, but no matter how much I try, I’m not seeing the results I want to see. My family has history of heart disease and diabetes but that’s another reason why I run. Of course I go hard when I fucking exercise or else there is no point. When I have more time I’ll be able to work out hopefully everyday.
And Questionable: Thanks!