Carrots are good
for my eyes, they tell me.
Ice cream sticks
to my thighs, they say.
Celery leaves me feeling empty,
at the end of the day.
Diet culture, thin religion
‘get healthy’, they scream-whisper-taunt you
as they take another cigarette
and cocaine supplement.
I kept my stomach empty
how sick did I become?
My mind went on vacation
and didn’t answer my calls.
Calories denied, my thoughts were empty
at the end of the day.
Two ways to go,
the right way and the wrong way "
a road to jog with sunshine,
or the dark one where flowers
wither up and die.
‘We don’t come from molds’,
we cried.
Born to be slender, short or thick
allowed to exist as we are,
to eat carrots for dinner
and cake for dessert.