The green dress of mine
Does not fit me anymore,
Wearing which once
I was happiest to the core.
The weight actually
Never so much mattered,
And standing near the mirror
I often felt flattered.
S ,M were the sizes
Chosen with delight,
But now even L
Gives a tight fight.
This is not healthy
This is not wise,
Loosing extra is possible
With routine exercise.
The other part of mind
However, tells a different story,
“Weight comes with age,
Celebrate this glory.”
Thoughts and memories
Thus, oppose each other,
Thoughts say, “Chill.”
Memories say, “Get fitter.”
This dilemma may or may not
Seem to end,
But looking in the mirror
That smile remains constant.
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