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Amanda Johnson Poem
I've had thunder thighs and cankles,
For a portion of my life.
Boobs the size of melons,
Causing me such strife.
I would puff like a steam train
On the slightest little walk.
And shove junk food in my mighty gob, until I couldn't talk.
BUT THEN....
I joined like minded souls in a slimming group,
Needing a big change for me.
I've tried many times before,
But never got where I wanted to be.
SO ...
I took all the advice given,
Knuckled down and cooked healthy stuff.
More water to drink, changed the way that I think,
And soon started to feel much less rough.
You see, there's a devil on everyone's shoulder,
Wanting us to fail and fall apart.
So I've worked out, the main fight's with them,
So I then have control from the start.
But there's gonna be ups, there's gonna be downs.
Life throwing things, spoiling your plan.
So with all good intentions there's bound to be times,
When you gain and feel bad as you can.
But let's pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off,
And tell that devil he's not won.
We're strong and we're proud,
So let's get on with getting the job done.
I'll never be the shape for the catwalk,
And wouldn't want to be.
But when I look at myself in the mirror now,
What a difference I can see.
I've still a long trip but I can make it now,
A goal ahead can be seen.
With the support of friends and the slimming group,
I'm looking forward to size fourteen ??
Copyright © Amanda Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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Amanda Johnson Poem
In explaining life, we contradict.
So fragile, can be gone in the blink of an eye,
So strong, fighting what may seem like a battle lost.
So simple, we breed, we grow old, we die,
So complex, relationships, emotions, we feel!
So joyful, we laugh, we love, we live,
So painful, we lose, we hate, we cry.
Are we in control? Choosing our own path?
Or are we not? Is our destiny planned?
Copyright © Amanda Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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