It pisses me off to see others do the same,
As if my disease were just some kind of game.
As if it were fun,
to diet and run,
As if we should be proud to win,
And be the best at being thin.
Yet no one seems to realize,
That playing takes us far from paradise.
That’s why the look that you see on me,
Is neither filled with jealousy or envy,
But pain for what you are going through,
Knowing the evil winning will do to you.
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