A Fugitive on the Run

Day after day, it always began with the same thought
Wondering if perhaps today, she should add in an extra squat.

She constantly felt like a fugitive on the run,
Running from calories, but also from someone,  

Just a little, not a lot;
Trying to cut down her space; her only spot.

Day after day the amount she loved herself became less

Wondering whom she was trying to impress.

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