I've had a rough go of it lately. I've ballooned up in weight. I'm feeling pretty low. I keep trying to remember that I'm healthier than I was a few years back, though my weight may not reflect that fact. Dealing with fertility issues and emotional crap isn't easy and yeah, all of it makes me want to reach for a bag of Munchees or a giant slice of cheesecake. I'm not perfect. I'm just me. I'm trying to remember that.
Ran across this poem this morning. I wrote it sometime last year...I think last June. Made me smile. So I'm posting it again.
My Fat Ass
I get stared at in stores
Little kids whisper and giggle when I pass
I can't fit into the clothes made for the whores
That laugh at my fat ass.
I walk into Borders or maybe, B&N
Diet books look at me mockingly and harrass-
Jeering and cursing, they mock the sin
That is my fat ass…
There are times I wish I was thinner
I run, I bike, I chug Slim Fast…
All in the pursuit of an ass that's a winner.
As hard as I work, sure enough, here remains my fat ass.
Skinny Minnies and Buff Muffies agree,
Somehow, I offend others with my incredible mass…
That the world would be better without me
Long before they get to know my fat ass.
You shallow jackasses have a lot of nerve.
I just have to shake my head and say--Alas,
I've had far more patience with you than you assholes deserve.
Frankly my dears, y'all can kiss my fat ass!
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