The Perils Of Being Thin!
Oh, by the way I didn't mind being called that!
All the jolly woman don't have issues with their weight
That explains a lot then, now I'm a sickly size eight
Once my rounded figure was one for those to mock
Could never find an outfit or a suitable frock
I always felt discomfort in jeans that were to tight
And had to battle each morning, the zip was a fight
Lay on top of the bed in an uncompromising position
Daren't breathe out for fear of an exploding disposition
Still, I was happy in my own little way
And didn't worry about what people say
Calories were for dieters for me they posed no worry
I'd still shovel in an ice cream, a biscuit and a curry!
Though nights were never peaceful that burning I would hate
Just waiting for the lump to simply regurgitate
I can't be more disgusting well you know me for sure
This old model that I traded in for something a little newer
Now with my jeans I wear a belt, and clothes were made to fit
I don't have to be careful of popping out when I sit
Those muffin top love handles that used to overflow
Have gone along with my bosom, it didn't take long to go
My hubby jokes about them says he's seen bigger on a gnat
They were much larger when I was happy and fat
Now they look like two tablets on a flat piece of board
I'd have them enlarged you know if I could afford!
My cheekbones have become more prominent hollow and thin
Like I'm permanently sucking a lemon, and trying to keep it in
As shadow of my former self and I did it without a plan
If I could market this weight loss I'd put it in a can
But I wouldn't wish scleroderma on any woman or man