fat
large, blooming, delicious, voluptuous and mushous, busty, big, chubby, chunky, cuddly, round but never fat we can't have that
hips, vast and luscious, juicy, obese, touching 13 stone what makes us prone to chips or chocs, loss or loveless life, strife, guilt, sadness or grief? substance to protect us from the reality living a big-size distorted morality hide our sorrow wake up tomorrow get on the scales to find we have not lost an ounce or pound, hide behind the bathroom door
check and check and check to be sure when I see my size I realise weight watchers won't be pleased with me ate too many chocolate bars, imprisoned in fat-jail, cells that hold my body mulch together whether I'm clever or not, I squeeze into a size 18 that doesn't fit - shit! kid myself not Ouch! I fanta-size, slicing squidge off my thighs shape has becomes political it has turned critical, the tyranny of slenderness we possess the positive foundations to achieve deep social change, our potential is enormous fat-size people get wise if big-size folk become organised, pissy; kick-arse, uppity and bitchy, fight for equality, acceptance and respect we won't have to watch them collect the millions of pounds; the slimming industry's profit, we will lose if we choose, not to expose their vision of a fat free race, keeping women in their place, spouting all these lies racism of size
I must impress on you that we must not put off life before we lose those pounds our mounds of plumpness will keep us warm, protect us, be our shield - perhaps? maps of wobble, guide you around my body, large, big, chubby, chunky, luscious, cuddly, round, astound them with your size fat yes, we can be that.
© Belinda R Harris-Reid 2004
