Today, it begins.
Soon, I will no longer be
fat.
I will smile, and
confidently flash those
white teeth and
red lips framed by
freckled fleshy cheeks as I
solidly walk past you in the hallway.
(
I shall dare to eat that peach.)
Soon, I will no longer be fat. No more will the
love of my life fear for my own
longevity as he
traces his fingers up and down my
spine, pausing at each and every bump and
crevice. I will gain that wonderful,
wretched mark of womanhood back - and no more will I fear
breaking in two at the age of fifty.
No longer will I
cringe at my
thighs and
hips in the mirror -
my butt, finally a butt - will fill my pants. My butt, finally a butt - will cushion and protect my bones from those horrible benches.
I will
gain those twenty pounds, and finally - I will no longer be fat.