I'm Only Happy
    When I'm Thin

When you look into the mirror
You will always see
An image that is different
From the way that I see me.

I only see the ugly,
The fat and all the bad.
I never seem to understand
The goodness I've always had.

You can tell me once again
How pretty I might be.
But I never really hear those words.
My weight is all I see.

My self-worth is always centered
Around the numbers on the scale,
For they will never lie to me.
This system never fails.

So please don't keep repeating
Words of regret and of sorrow.
I'm only happy when I'm thin.
And I don't care about tomorrow.


I Eat Because I Am….

I eat when I am bored.
I eat when I am sad.
I eat when I am lonely.
I eat when I am mad.

I eat when I am happy
And want to feel my joy.
I eat when I need love
And want to see my boys.

I eat when I am miserable
And want to soothe my grief.
I eat when I am calm
And want to feel my relief.

I eat when I am winning
And want to share my glee.
I eat when I am satisfied
And not even hungry!

I eat because I love food,
Potato chips and ham!
It's become such a part of me,
I eat because I am.....


An Overeater's Prayer

Food has become my comfort,
The best friend I’ve ever had.
But when I can’t control this urge,
It makes me feel so bad.

To overeat constantly
Seems the only way,
I can sooth my aching spirit.
So I turn to God and pray.

“Dear Lord, please give me guidance,
And the strength to stay away.
Please show me how to turn from food
On this and every day.

I realize it’s really
Your Love I’m longing for.
Please heal my broken spirit.
It’s crushed and bruised and sore.

So deliver me from this temptation
And show me how to cope.
Please take my empty heart
And fill it now with hope.”


Food Is Just a Substitute

I’m sitting here eating
Hunger is not the cause.
So why am I still eating?
Well, just because…

The food just seems to call to me
And answer it I must.
This comes from a part of me
That I no longer trust.

Food is just a substitute
For the joy that I should feel.
I’ve heard talk of love and happiness,
But for me these things aren’t real.

Some people turn to food,
Or to drugs and alcohol.
Then their search for happiness
Begins to take a toll.

Why do I abuse my body?
It feels out of my control.
I know this is God’s temple.
Is this a battle for my soul?

For the things that we all search for
Can only be found inside.
For this is where God’s love,
His peace and joy resides.

Instead of looking outward,
Look inside and be aware,
As you fill your soul with Love,
For food you will not care.

--ST


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