Struggling through the topsy-turvy emotional roller-coaster that attended my journey from fat to thin, I found myself wondering, “Does getting ‘skinny’ even matter?”
I wrote this poem as a response.
Wait, that’s not true. This poem surfaced as a response.
It’s the only thing I’ve written that I don’t think needs improvement.
getting skinny won’t make me
getting skinny won’t get me
closer to God
getting skinny won’t change the
kindness in my heart
daydreams in my head
talent in my hands
balance in my account
getting skinny won’t fix my
remorse over the past
problems in the present
fears about the future
family in any way, ever
getting skinny won’t bring
success to my career
meaning to my life
substance to my relationships
contentment to my soul
getting skinny won’t cause others to
hearken to what I say
respect the stand I take
appreciate the pain I’ve known
love me for who I am
getting skinny will add years to my life and life to my years
getting skinny will put a song on my lips and a spring in my step
getting skinny will mean I vanquished the foe I never imagined I could defeat
and became the person I never dreamt I could be
that is enough for me
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