Prisoner to the Measuring Tape

Prisoner of an Abstained Zeal

Some mumbled
Lose the weight
Lose the inches

As for me it was as good as losing my significance
Some said eat for your soul
Be a free spirit

And when I reached out to
That little granule of sugar
My mind, My body
Were held captive 

I was held captive 

By a measuring tape
Strangling my mouth and face
How I wanted to turn a blind eye to it

To justify this abstained zeal
I believed to co-exist in
Pretending my soul healed
Yet I sulked into this paradox
Of an unmeasured silence

Weighing heavily on my heart & soul
Each time I glanced at my waist
It hit my core

These fatty thighs or flabby arms

Are nothing but pulpy pores
I stood in front of the mirror
Asking myself if

I've longed to consume
The lost flavours of joy
I once embraced

The tape stared right through me
Asking me to feel accountable
Accusing me
Of how I've disgraced
Of how I've dismissed it

Although it was just a thought
It was my fault
For I was a willing slave
To this measuring tape

It carved me bit by bit

Eating my soul 

Leaving me no escape

I craved to stay fit

Yet it was my mind and soul 

That needed to reshape

I was held captive

By the numbers lined up

Scaring me each day

Of an extra gram 

I weighed

Hence I punished myself

Choking onto the commitments made

I stand here today

Being the prisoner 

of this tape.