Little Fat Girl

Little Fat Girl

You must not eat all of that!
You will get fat.
See in the mirror, those hips.
Wow girl, you are fat!

Did you wear your hair like that today?
Don't you know, that look makes you look old.
Before she knows it, in just a moment
Her mood goes from a smile to eyes filled with cold. 

Blue eyes that shine from the outside in,
They will love me more, I will show them,
I can be thin!
She hears the words, you look great like that,
don't they know, all she sees is herself as fat. 

So one more diet, just one more she will try,
don's want to be fat one day when I die.
But as her waist grows smaller and smaller, 
her obsession grows a little bigger, a little taller.

Pinching her skin, oo can you feel that fat?
I wonder if I wear that shirt, will anyone notice the layers?

She is grown now and should know better.
It is really not about looks, it is about her heart that matters. 
But a fat girl in the heart is a fat girl on the outside. 
How can she look like this, when will she see herself
through His eyes. 

My child He whispers, rest awhile with me,
I will tell you the truth, one day you will see. 
I see the inside, not what is out there
It is I that created your nose, your eyes, your teeth.
You are beautiful, trust in Me. 
Is it not better to love, than to hate, yourself.
To be a little happy girl, wouldn't that be great. 

So she loses a kg and shouts a huge hooray
and for the moment she sees through His eyes,
not just her size, but in a moment even though
her jeans hang loose on her, she will see once again,
the little fat girl in the full length mirror.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Gauthier Avatar
January 12, 2019 at 7:29 AM
O Chantelle, what a touching tribute.why do "normal" people feel it's ok to torture kids! They learn in effect to torture themselves for the rest of their lives. So cruel.
Smith Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 2:51 AM
Hi line, thank you for your comment. I agree, words can build up and breakdown, it is so sad people break down so much more than they build up.
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