Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board

Remember when we were all obsessed with The Craft when we were young, (at least my girlfriends are)? We convinced ourselves that if we actually played light as a feather, stiff as a board, we actually would be "light as a feather stiff as a board, and levitate in front of our very eyes. Well, this poem isn't about the game.. It's about the lifestyle some women choose to live in order to achieve a body that is light as a feather stiff as a board.

Light as a feather stiff as a board, light as a feather, stiff as a board, light as a feather, stiff as a board,
light light light, feather feather feather
20 more pounds to go, 3 more weeks with no solid foods.
Soups aren't all bad without anything in it.

Stiff as a board stiff as a board stiff as a board,
If i keep up this run my ass will be stiff as a board,
my abs will be rock solid.
Just ignore the faint feeling I get everytime I run two blocks.

Light as a feather light as a feather light as a feather.
If I keep on going I'll get my body back together.
No matter how crazy the weather
I'll be out there gliding like a feather..

Light light light.
I wanna be light enough that any ballroom dancer can easily lift me
that any crazy new pose he wants to try he can fix me.
that any thing i try to do I'll be able to easily.
Because I'll be light light light,
as a feather.

Light as a feather stiff as a board, light as a feather, stiff as a board, light as a feather stiff as a board.
One more cube of cheese, no crackers
a few more tears.
It's only been two years.
40 pounds dropped. I can reach 20 more.
Next time I'm hunched over, I'll remember to lock the door.

My head is light as a feather, my stomach's stiff as a board. And empty.
But I can't eat. But sometimes I have to, or he'll see me.
So I'll lock the door, and remind myself that he loves me.
He loves me more, more than ever before.
I wonder why...
because now I'm light as a feather stiff as a board.
And in his eyes....
I'm perfect.
I-m-per-fect.

2010

20-10.

Let's split the year in half.

24 weeks to get your life back in order,
24 weeks to screw it up all over again.
A few just to relax.

2010 should be better, could be better, but what WOULD be better,
is if all the bullshit from the last never settled in my past.
2010 should be better, but I know better.

12 months.... some cold some hot...
Sounds like the people I know.

2010... doesn't it sound like one of the years of the "future?"
Where cars would be flying and ppl wore suits that looks like space suits...
Where vacations would happen on different planets, The Fifth Element was ill.

2010... it's really nothing special,
just a numerical assignment to another chapter in the world's history.
Where governments fucc up and people live their lives in misery.
2010...2020...2000... They all still sound funny.
the 90s sounded the best.

Resolutions are lame but I make them anyway.
In 2010 I will stop making plans.
Because they always fall through, and nobody else cares as much.
catch me if you can*