Foolish little thing
so frail, so thin
you detest the way you are
but you’ll loathe the way you’ll be.

Foolish little thing
silent stares assuming distaste
insecurities hatched in anxious haste
letting slip that in sooth
nobody sees you, the way you see yourself.

Foolish little thing
twiglike fingers glistening with the promise of self hate
dead calories you stuck to your weight 
too much, you realize 
a little too late

Foolish, foolish little thing
a little broad in the beam, yes.

Are you happier now?
wishing you were
frail and thin.