Sometimes I think it would have been
easier
to have a drinking problem
than feel the need to
stuff
myself
down
as
far
as
I
can
bury
myself
within
because everyone takes pity on the fat girl
with the doughnuts who lies
when she orders a dozen.
Everyone knows she isn’t going to share.
Everyone pretends to think she is.
Eat less. Exercise more. You’ll be fine if you just
focus.
Then I remember wearing my dad’s flips flops at home
because we had the same size feet.
I’m giving this #365poems craziness @schmutize came up with and blame her if I lose my mind or bore you with really bad poetry. Click here for @Schmoetry and be amazed. Click here for what I’ve written wrapped up with a pretty little bow in one place because it’s just easier that way, and well, there ya have it.
