ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time

I used to have hips

could eat anything I wanted

including cakes 'n'' chips!

I used to have a figure

A nice perked little bum

boobs round and quite uplifted

and a tight, flat, toned up tum.

I had no signs of stretch marks

no bags beneath the eyes

I never thought that I could

ever multiply in size.

Yet my body's proved me wrong

in fact; it's a disgrace

now it's so much more exhausting

running round from place to place.

So, every day in the mirror

there's this blob that stares at me

as I try to imagine...

the figure that used to be.

I stick my shoulders back

I tighten in my tum

I squeeze both cheeks together

just to get a nice shaped bum.

Yet it doesn't stay for long

as when I take a seat

it all unfolds it's self

to reveal the rolls of meat.

Calorie counting's too complicated

I LOVE FOOD, thats full of taste

big fat cream buns, choc digestives

bloody slimfast's just a waste.

So I console myself on the sofa

half a packet of biscuits with my brew

and I say "well i'm over 40 now,

what is a girl to do?"

I know I should really keep myself fit

maybe head down to that gym

I'd like the figure i used to have...

once upon a time when i was slim.