I must admit the envy I've felt
when I've looked at the incredibly thin and perfect.
I'm not talking about the walking skeletons that i've seen.
Those women make the italian in me swell up.
I want to give them a sandwich.
I want to cook for them.
No.
The envy I feel is for those perfect little women
right on the border of an eating disorder.
I've seen them at the gym and at the mall.
They pick at they're salads from the VeggieRamma,
Avoiding the crunchy chicken bits.
They try on the smallest sizes and complain that they don't fit.
I feel like they don't deserve it.
It's not logical because I see them sweating it out at the gym.
They run and run on that treadmill.
How could they not deserve the perfect body?
Somehow theirs a glitch in my brain that feels that
they couldn't possibly know how it feels to be fat.
when I've looked at the incredibly thin and perfect.
I'm not talking about the walking skeletons that i've seen.
Those women make the italian in me swell up.
I want to give them a sandwich.
I want to cook for them.
No.
The envy I feel is for those perfect little women
right on the border of an eating disorder.
I've seen them at the gym and at the mall.
They pick at they're salads from the VeggieRamma,
Avoiding the crunchy chicken bits.
They try on the smallest sizes and complain that they don't fit.
I feel like they don't deserve it.
It's not logical because I see them sweating it out at the gym.
They run and run on that treadmill.
How could they not deserve the perfect body?
Somehow theirs a glitch in my brain that feels that
they couldn't possibly know how it feels to be fat.
