You tell me I’m fit. I feel flattered. I get complacent.

You tell me I’m fat. I feel ugly. I increase my efforts.

You love me. I am gratified. I stop trying.

You hate me. I am crushed. I get stronger.

You assure me it’ll all be okay. I believe you. Even though I know it’s not true.

You doubt the there is a solution to my problem. I am devastated. I appreciate your honesty.

You feed me. I feel satiated. I get fat.

You run with me. I get fit. I get tired.

You love me. I love you back.

You leave me. I never needed you anyway.