Sweets for the sweet,
And fat for the fat- but first
You must deprive yourself of that
Which consumes you, presumes you
For decades produced by a sugary tooth
A preponderance of adipose,
An extra-large hourglass,
An outline essentially gendered.
You always played at transformers,
A desire aimed at metamorphosis
Into a mesomorphic flying V,
Flat, but not straight,
A stubborn shapeshifter
That only feels how they want
Unless the stress necessitates an undress,
A Sailor Scout transformation:
Height, weight, then gender.