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My biggest enemy calls to me from every menu, 

its voice so soft, so sweet, so sly,

Just one bite, it whispers low, 

One bite turns into two, then down they go 

And I leave, wondering how I got played again. 

My biggest enemy sits in the corner of my room,

A laundry bag, so full awaits, 

Watching as I pretend it doesn’t exist. 

Next to it, a pile of unread pages, 

Assignments and deadlines stacking higher, 

Begging for my attention, but I simply  resist. 

My biggest enemy lurks under fluorescent lights, 

The fitting room mirror, ruthless and unkind. 

It points at thighs that should be lean, 

At marks and pores I wish unseen, 

Its honesty sharp, its judgement cruel. 

My biggest enemy sits atop a hill 

Laughing as I grip the wheel. 

The car rolls back, the horns all blare, 

Panic grips me, I beg for air!

My biggest enemy often flies above me, 

Waiting for the perfect moment— 

A splatter on my shoulder, 

A stain on my pride.

But my greatest enemy is the voice in my head, 

A shadow that follows my every step. 

Too much, not enough, both at once— 

It clings to power, it feeds on doubt.

But if I am the thing it fears the most, then 

Perhaps I am stronger than it can boast.