Fatty fatty two by four

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
But the fat chick mafia, staring back at me
With her hefty legs, and buns of butter
Jiggly tummy, and bat wings a flutter

Missing in action is the clavicle bone
I once looked like Wilma, now Fred Flintstone
With boobs at the belly button, and belly at the knees
And thighs that remind me of lumpy cottage cheese

Once the cheek bones were in hi definition
To find them again, is this matriarch's mission
My legs shall be tone, slender and lean
I'll rival the bar stars that are only eighteen

The reflection in the mirror I will fear no more
I'll shop at other than the plus sized store
My cankles will be banished, my chin will be but one
The fish belly skin will be exposed to the sun

I'll be able to look down, and see my glorious toes
I'd almost forgotten I was equipped with those
The waist line will wittle, the hiney will shrink
The navel will no longer appear to wink

So let me pass by the cheesecakes and creams
And allow me to stick with my workout regimes
I'll cut back on the vodka, the rye and the gin
The fat chick mafia just wants to be thin.