The Mirror Lies.

This is a reworked old post of mine. It was brought to my mind by Victo Delore’s post Proximity.

The Mirror Lies
Look in the mirror what do you see
 I see a skeleton pleading with me.

You do not see that, you see rivers of fat .

If you let this go on you’ll be dead and that’s that

How did this happen how did this come to pass.

Why do you feel no one loves you, if you would only ask.

Was it a neurotic mother who showed the way

Counting calories and eating less day after day.

She treated you as she did herself it is no wonder now

That you have developed this curse.

Was it the adverts we see day after day

That you see while you are at play.

What drives a child younger than ten

To vow to herself she will not eat again. 

Did the children at school taunt you and say

“little miss piggy just go away ”

They did not mean to hurt they did not know

That those words would cripple you so.

I say they the were innocent but that might not be true

For children can be unkind and don’t care about the damage they do.

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It changed the image the mirror shows you

You watch as the fat piled on , but only in your eyes was it true.

Now it is nearly too late

The pleads and entreaties for you to put on some weight.

Just simply fall on deaf ears

And as you slip away  your gums bleed, full filling our worst fears

Was it your boss who shattered your confidence by making a careless remark 

About eating too many cakes that caused you to a  binge and vomit course to embark.

Sadly it is all or nothing for you,

Sadly my love it will be the death of you too.

It may seem like a mountain to climb

But please take my  hand and except my love, your running out of time.

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Mothers and fathers what ever you do

Make sure your children know you love them and make time to spend with them too.

Teachers  and government  make sure that healthy diets are taught

And evil nasty bullies are dealt with as soon as they are caught.

We need our children and our young people too

We must guide them and love them as they need to see we are true.

We will never stop the adverts  on TV, posters and press

But we can talk to our children and tell them these models are just there to impress.

The rich cats are just out to make money


They don’t give a damn about anyone honey.!


So I reach out my hand and offer some hope

Every one is beautiful in their own just remember you are loved and we can help you to cope.

Beauty is skin deep what is inside is what is key

The soul and heart dictate what you should be.

You cannot chase the perfect body all of your life

You will have to give up so much as you will not have time to live life.




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