Poem About Sweets

This is a poem from my personal journal. It's basically about how I used to hide that I had an eating disorder until pastries saved my life. I still to this day love sweets, but until I got older, it was mostly a love hate relationship.
 

I've eaten all the sweets​

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When I was young, and round, and "fat"​

I was told to eat this and not that
I just wanted to eat, and be a child free from stress​

But I couldn't fit into my church dress..​

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I lift the fork to take a bite​

of cake so sweet my one delight​

until she slapped it from my hand with spite​

and through gritted teeth said "Not another bite."​

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Nothing's quite like skinny feels
Yet still I know that sugar heals​

So pass my lips again and again​

Different forms of the same meal​

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If cake could talk, it would sing to me​

It'd be my only fantasy, my savior from reality​

The physical hypocrisy of hating what is made for me​

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And now that I am free..​

I've eaten all the special sweets, the treats, delicacies galore​

And still I have a feeling in my stomach, that I'm wanting more.​