I shall not eat.
Yea, tho I trudge through
the valley of fat I shall not fear
for mine is the path
of diet cola and cottage cheese.
Tho hot fudge sundaes and french pastries
beckon, I shall not falter!
Tho I suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous friends who order sauces
and creams, I will remain strong,
as the thought of my new self
comforts me always.
Surely double chins and chubby cheeks
shall melt away
and I will dwell in the house
of the thin
You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never catch it. But if you sit quietly in the grass it will come and sit on your shoulder.