Operation-Love

Her curves are like Gigantic mountains Soaring up into the sky And stretching on endlessly But only in her mirror Her thunder thighs shake the ground With every massive step Flabby and huge They disgust even the lowest of standards But only in her mind Her stomach sticks out Like the elephant in the room Her feet are lost below her, Never to be found over her enormous belly But only in her eyes Diets and exercise are her reward Self-criticism and hate are her punishment She's F-A-T and she knows it But only to her To everyone else? She's perfect and beautiful Just the way she is.

dear you, hello love. i haven't talked to you for a while now, how have you been holding up without me? i know that life will always throw it's rusting metal obstacles at you, but don't give up hope, dear heart. those bleeding scars will fade eventually, and you won't even notice them after a while. just remember to bandage them tight; they tend to re-open often. love, me. - dear you, remember your bottle? throw it away love. you probably need it more than anyone else I know, but it does you no good in keeping it. but you insist on clutching onto this life line, so take my advice: just empty it out, and start afresh. they were right yo