I'm losing weight to get fitter
Though worry I might get bitter
Hoping I won't lose my personality
Or is my weight tied to my reality
I've heard my breasts will get smaller
And I may even grow an inch taller
Knowing my health is at stake
This is the route I must take
To myself I have something to prove
Though at first I'll be slow to move
In time I'll be a thinner me
For all the world to see
But will I like what I achieve
Or is part of me going to grieve
The future I cannot yet see
Will I lose the self in me
By Anne-marie Cockburn
