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Growing Pants
Contributed by
kayald
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Wednesday, 18th February 2004 @ 08:34:47 PM in AEST
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My pants are growing every day.
I watch them grow as I waste away.
I weigh myself and measure my success.
The more I lose, the more I want to eat less.
My stomach growls, and shrieks with pain.
I fear the food for the weight I’d gain.
I don’t want to eat, I won’t become fat,
And I don’t want people to see me as some dumb, shallow brat.
I’ve stopped getting hungry, I want to be thin.
Fat is the enemy in this battle I must win.
My shirts are getting looser, I’ve lost all my curves.
And suddenly everyone is getting on my nerves.
I’m bitter and forbidding; I’m no longer fun.
People that used to love being with me, now turn their backs and run.
One day I’ll be perfect for everyone nearby,
But by the time I’m finished, there’ll be no one left to hear my lie.
My parents yell at me to clean up my act.
They think I’m just pretending; I wish my bags could be packed.
I’m sick of worrying about who I am and the size of my pants,
But I can’t stop this music because I’ve started to dance.
This song that is playing sings of fear and dread.
I sing along and dance to the song while I starve until I’m dead.
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Re: Growing Pants
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by Kindredblood_dragon on
Wednesday, 18th February 2004 @ 09:00:16 PM AEST
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There is alot of sadness behind this poem, if this be true, know that you are not alone, I have a friend that wishes she could lose weight.
But she will never know what it is like because of a medical condition she has got, I know not what the name is.
She eats less than a fit adult, exercises and yet nothing she does seems to help.
It is only her friends support that keeps her alive.
So in saying this my advise is to let friends be your strength, it will help in the battle ahead, do not let yourself go or just give up on food or yourself.
I liked this poem because of all the truth and reality in it.
I hope life picks up for,and you get your wish to lose weight, but do not give on life, with time and patience it can only get better. |
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Re: Growing Pants
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 04:53:32 PM AEST
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"kay"
its kel....i like your poem. and i know how you feel. im living that way too. it takes over your whole life until there no time to do anything but resist what you need, and listen to people tell you they dont beleive you. emial me soon ok?
kel |
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