The aroma of freshly baked goods,
the look of heaven scented chocolate,
rolls of scrumptious croissants and danishes,
its all sick.
the fat that results,
the rolls of goo,
not worth it.
i briskly walk down the street,
pass a salon,
the heaven scent of perfume,
manicures,
lotions,
that appeals,
that begs for my attention.
I want to be pretty,
I want to be skinny