I stare at my computer through eyes filled with tears
Maybe if I eat something I'll feel better
It's the same ol' battle, food, my best friend and enemy for years
This bleak January winter I've lost my hope for spring
What came first, the emotions or the food?
I ponder, as I try to button up my jeans
I say weight is relative, as the tables say one thing and the scale says another
Why is it a struggle to get "healthy"?
I was the kid who was always hungry, not finicky like my brother
Why couldn't another past time have filled the void for me
Is it really boredom and depression?
It seems more socially acceptable to smoke, drink or take speed
All my life I've struggled to be thin
This extra weight, like a scarlet letter
Keeps people out and more sadly keeps me in