Jealousy
I’m jealous,
of those who can eat without counting each calorie they consume
of those who can look at themselves in the mirror and be happy with what they see
of those who don’t constantly worry about their weight
of those who can eat sweets without a second thought
of those who are simply happy the way they look
But I’m the most jealous
of those whose thighs don’t touch
of those who can wear anything and look gorgeous
of those who are as light as a feather
of those who can be picked up and carried with ease
of those who loose weight without any struggle
of those who have small wrists
of those who have a small waist
of those who have self control
of those who are skinny

