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Brown Bread
she's a great cook to be fair,
puts fine grub on the table,
sees me eat up with gusto
as best as my belly is able
she has a bread-maker now,
flour and yeast and pastry,
I must mind my waistline,
dont gobble it up too hasty
upset she is at what I leave,
fat gander getting force-fed,
guts so leaden and swollen
I'm no longer good in bed
obesity roost...
Wednesday 7th April 2021 10:15 am
dysmorphia
Sometimes I stand there
In front of the mirror
And my stomach grows
My thighs fatten
My chins double
As I stare at myself
I can feel the food inside me
Bloating and distending me
From inside out
I rush to clothe myself
In case they no longer fit by the time I am finished
In case my fingers become too fat
And sausage like
To do up my buttons
I feel sick at ...
Monday 6th July 2015 5:45 pm
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