Prologue

Prologue

I am a fat woman in a thin body.

I am a thin woman in a fat body.

I am a fat girl in a thin body.

I am a thin girl in a fat body.

Fat girl, fat woman –

Fat woman, thin girl –

Thin girl, fat woman –

Fat woman, fat girl –

Fat girl, thin woman –

Thin woman, fat girl –

Fat girl, fat woman –

Fat woman, fat girl –

Fat girl, thin girl –

Thin girl, fat girl –

Fat girl, fat woman...

Around and around

I go,

Not-so-merry-go-round.

Fat is my truth,

Consuming above all.

Two tales, one body,

One body, two tales.

Two bodies?

Thin narrates a sudden lie,

Fat an epic truth,

*A Tale of Two Bodies*

Another truth:

Fat, I am shamed;

Thin, I am raw.

A bared secret:

I turn to fat,

In a flash;

I dwell in fat.

I have journeyed to thin –

A distant land,

A short sojourn.

I am a fat woman walking.

I am a thin girl running.


*

Friday, September 8, 2017

Interstice: The Food Not Eaten (Apologies to Robert Frost)

To Eat or Not to Eat
The author mulling her options
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Two foods beckoned at the grocery store,
And sorry I could not ingest both
And be one dieter, long I swore
And stared down one, desiring it more;
Would I not yearn for deep-fried dough?

Then ate the tuna, offering much less taste,
But offering perhaps a happier place –
For a waist is too precious a place to waste;
Passing by the desired one I have embraced
Telling myself, “Hell, they taste about the same,”

And on that day I felt both happy and sad,
In the snack aisle, no step had trodden back.
Still I took the first for another day!
Yet knowing the price my belly would pay,
I would return some day for another snack.

I shall be mourning this, devouring a pie,
Somewhere ages and ages from now.
Two foods beckoned in a store, and I—
I ate the one less dangerous, by and by,

For just today I have prevailed – somehow.



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