the realities of obesity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 05, 2018

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Submitted: August 05, 2018





Being fat, every day

is a struggle. We diet.

Binge, purge, starve.

Nothing works because

nothing trumps the need

to hide.


Each layer of fat is a shield

against pain, or pleasure.

An unfamiliar touch, or

eyes that look too deep,

are both feared, and desired.


Joints shred, hearts falter,

bones crumble and knees

collapse. Even the pain of

our bodies’ slow disintegration

can’t stop our inexorable



So we avoid mirrors, pretend

not to see the contempt in

peoples’ eyes, or the stinging

indifference. We dream of

fantasy lovers and accept

our own insignificance.


Celibacy becomes lifestyle,

loneliness a choice, and

endurance the name of the game.

Existence is a solitary battlefield.

Win, lose, or draw.

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