Overcoming Fat

February 10, 2011
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I used to giggle at fat
Snicker at low self esteem
Even snort at lonely.
Now I shovel food
Trying to fill the empty space.
But full only lasts so long.
It hurts
I suffer
I’m frozen.
Trapped in a frigid mold
Like bricks strapped to my head
And feet. They stunt
My growth.
I look around at pure air
Marveling its stale confinement.
Hundreds of thousands
Of thoughts
Fizzle any action.
Through thick clumps
Of white noise
Comes an idea.
A door pivots
Warm light envelops me
To freshness, where I
Where I
Release my mold
And become

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