Marjorie Gluten lived on carbs

Through school and college suffered barbs

About her girth, about her weight

Which brought her down, so she ate and ate:

She ate more rice, she ate more wheat

And lots of cake and lots of sweet.

The more she ate, the more she grew

Behind her back she was “Fatty Glu”:

The barbs kept coming fast and thick

Till one day Marj felt strange and sick.

She moped all day, just lay in bed

Didn’t eat a thing, not even when fed

She sobbed a bit, then she wiped her tears

When she saw she ate just for her fears -

She cried some more, she wailed “Boohoo,

These years of eating, I ate for you!”

From today I’ll see how I feel

Before I eat another meal.

From that day on Marj ate more slow

She chewed her food and tasted more,

She felt the texture, she smelt the smells

And as she learnt, or so she tells

She found that eating with some sense

Made every bite just more intense.

With her mind clear now when she ate

She found she didn’t care for chocolate

That too much wheat made her sleepy

That it was sugar that made her weepy

She started eating what made her feel good

And she found with surprise - it was healthy food!

She started to enjoy her portions small

And soon her weight began to fall.

After years of eating all the while

For once Marj had time for a smile

She felt so fit, she felt so fine

That she gave herself to a sip of wine.

And as Marjorie Gluten lost more weight

On prom for once she had a date

She laughed and danced the night away

And then she cried “I have something to say:

These years of teasing me about my weight

Made me eat more and caused me to hate

Till I finally stopped, and what did I see?

That the person I needed love from was me.

It was more than enough to make me feel great,

It was finally what made me watch what I ate.

It wasn’t your kind words, it wasn’t any of you -

You didn’t see Marj, you only saw Fatty Glu.

And if you can’t be kind, then you shouldn’t dance

All these years I was alone, you didn’t give me a chance.

So all you starving uglies, stuff you and your prom

I’ve found myself, you stay where you’re from!”

With that Marj stopped, she dumped her date

She went back home, where she sat and ate

Some bread and honey, a slice of cheese

She felt warm and full, happy as you please.

And that’s the story of Marjorie Glu

She found herself, have you found you?