
Being overweight
Is deciding which
Skin
You show
For your
Body
Plays games
When it
Knows
You’re
Un-comfortability
It makes you
Choose
Legs
Or
Arms
For
Covering everything
Will make you
Sweat
And
Smell
And leave
You
With a worse
Regret
And then
When
You finally
Find the
Perfect
Outfit
To cover
Those
Imperfections
You find yourself
Apologizing
To those
Who compliment you
Or find you attractive
You apologize they
Didn’t meet you when
You had a body
Society loved
But you didn’t
So you explain
And show photos
Of a past you
Not long ago
So “don’t worry”
I’ll get it back
I’ll be beautiful again
And this skin
Will be
Wearable
And when they
Don’t call you back
You can’t tell
If it really was your body
Or your visible insecurities
Your persistent need
To turn the lights off
And fuck from behind
So you couldn’t see your
Rolls looking back at you
As he entered what was meant to
Be sacred
But you’re out of touch
Out of pleasure
Out of passion
Out of COMPASSION
You spent so much time
Searching for enlightenment
An outer body experience
And when you came back
You forgot to love the flesh
You were temporarily given
So instead of making excuses
For the lack of love
You feel from everyone
Around you
Focus on the love
You deserve
And need
To give
Constantly
To yourself
For being
Overweight
Is just a word
You have given
Weight to
And you
Know
How to
Take care
Of her.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.



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