(Originally written September 2013)

I can never get heavier

No matter what I do.

All the food I eat

Passes right on through.

I’m a man in my twenties

Often mistaken for a teen.

It could be my face

Or cause I’m not so lean.

Yet through my years of living

I have come to realize

That certain type of people

Would kill for my size.

Perhaps it’s fine to be small.

And looking young is no pain.

I have a good thing going,

So why should I complain?