As I get smaller,
My will power gets stronger.
To see, but to not want.
To resist, and be satisfied,
To be offered, and refusing,
Proud that you can say "no."

The people- they lie,
Because they say they are my friends.
Be happy for me,
I'm fixing myself.
Those who lie,
They can't be friend's of mine.

The others- all the others,
Each have different views.
To some, I'm beautiful,
To some, pathetic.
But I know that to most,
I'm still not good enough.

The only truth I know
Comes from my greatest enemies.
The mirror on the wall,
Showing me the verdict.
The scale in the bathroom,
Acting as the evidence.

Just a few more pounds,
Maybe then, I'll be good enough.
But until then,
I'll say "no thanks,"
And move along.