Living

When I met you,

You told me a story of a girl who always use to watch her wieght.

Who never ate pizza, icecream, or brownies,

And never really lived.

But she was popular,

And her friends all loved her.

But she never stopped to ask,

What was the cost,

Of living this way.

Always watching carbs,

And worrying about the number on the scale,

Because she wasn’t living,

But moving through life.

And when I met you,

I gave you a slice of pizza,

Cried over your story,

And shared a brownie.

Because it takes one,

To know one.

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