16 stone at 15
I’m not happy being me.
My friends call me Fat Bastard
The Doctor says I’m obese.
I’m not one for exercise
And McDonalds is my favourite meal.
Girls avoid me like the plague
I’ve never even had a feel.
16 stone at 15
So what if I sweat a lot?
I’m number one class-clown
You’ve gotta work with what you’ve got.
I try not to let it get me down
And tell myself its genetic.
‘You’ll never get a job’
My maths teacher says
‘And spend your whole life on benefits!’
16 stone at 15
I throw up when it gets too much.
I feel like John Prescott
But I never learnt to punch!
My face is riddled with acne
I can hardly see my feet.
The whole things too much bother
I’d just prefer to eat.
By Raymond Enisuoh
http://www.edauk.com/ Eating Disorders Association
Youthline: 0845 634 7650
Advice and Support for young people with eating disorders.
Thursday, 22 May 2008
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