Sunday, September 20, 2009

Note to Self:

Food slut, food whore,
Can't get your fat ass out the door.
It makes you sick that you're so weak,
Makes you cry when the chairs creak.
Food slut, food whore,
You just keep eating more and more.
Fuck you, you've no control,
Scraping at the bottom of your ice cream bowl.
Food whore, food slut,
Now your name is naught but smut.
You're fat, reverse thinspo.
Look how far you've let things go.
Food whore, food slut,
Chubby little fat piglet.
You're a waste of skin and fat,
Leaving dents where e're you've sat.
Food slut, food whore,
Can't get your fat ass out the door.
Food whore, food slut,
Now your name is naught but smut.

5 comments:

  1. your such an amazing writer
    hope your okay though
    xx

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  2. how are you doing? almost done with your grounding! thats good!

    feel better

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  3. omg i love that poem!!!
    did you write it yourself?

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  4. omg that was bloody amazing!
    you're soo good!
    keep it up babe!
    xxx

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