Cruel Society.

Always feeling fat,
But always looking thin,
Just glancing at that cookie,
Could be regarded as a sin.

Going up one dress size,
And suddenly; a fight,
Even one inch bigger,
And it's a grotesque sight.

Legs the size of whales,
When really they are sticks,
Trying every surgery,
To try and please those pricks.

They tell you you're the biggest,
Too big, but you are small,
Hinting at the dieting,
But tell you it's your call.

Pressure's all you're feeling,
Alive and pressed for time,
And staring at that little treat,
Is such an awful crime.

On a leash of lettuce,
Pretending cabbage is a sweet,
Told you have no place here,
Until you find your feet.