Poem: Weigh In
Need to diet, try to fit in
To society that promotes thin.
Once could tickle throat with feather,
Take pills, enemas, what ever.
Now they say it’s a disorder,
Not a fad, where is the border?
Skinny is still the style of choice.
Fat people, to be thin, rejoice.
Lift weights, do aerobics, kick box,
The goal is, not fit, to be a fox.
Cannot use those bulimic tricks,
Must use some new fangled gimmicks.
To be myself, if a bit plump,
At this goal, my soul wants to jump.
Scorned by all, including doctors.
They don’t weigh in all the factors.
Eating things that make ones heart gleam,
Boosts mood, are best foods. Eat ice cream!
When I was a young girl, I remember my mother talking with her sisters about how to control their weight. Back then, anything that worked was a good method. This included methods that are now considered to be bulimic in nature.
Today, we know better than to force ourselves to vomit in an effort to keep our weight under control. There are many very good sources, for weight control, we can tap into that provide sensible eating and fitness guidelines. Yet an equal amount of sources exist, that for a slight fee, can give us access to a quick fix.
The goal of course is to be thin. Thin is healthy. Thin is sexy.
I am tired of being expected to fit into a mold. I want to eat my ice cream.
So when I weigh in, I weigh in the benefits of losing a few pounds compared to the peace and comfort I receive from a dish of ice cream.
Ice cream wins!