stare at big purple tree trunks
below me and want to vomit
can't carry political science
in a backpack or stop the
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG
of my heater, wipe the salt
from the sweat of my half
hour work-out, my guilt-dodger
my thirty minutes of high, my
elliptical nightmare, my
giant behind on display in
those lovely full length mirrors
those talented scopes of me
those fucking framed footnotes
of my appearance:
no, those pants don't fit anymore.
no, you can't wear that shirt.
no, you can't behind over like that
no, you aren't going to be
mystique for halloween
because that would involve
a skin tight blue unitard
and i'm just not that
brave.
Author notes
fat fat fat
blah blah blah
i am not special, all my friends in college think they're fat. only know one of them who wears a larger pants size than me, though.
blah blah
fat fat
blahfat
fuck.
oh, say what you mean
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dude
you're as amazing as ever.
(not that that comes as a surprise. of COURSE you're amazing. i guess i just forgot the power of your words somehow. i missed you. and this, this writing malarkey you've got going on)
you manage to make it sound oddly poetic. if i tried to write about my life as of now it would go very much the same way as your author's notes, along the lines of 'blah fat hungry blah whine fat fat whine moan.. fuck. double fuck.' etc etc so i salute you, girl, for turning it into what is known as art
did i mention i've missed you?
yeaaah
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yeah. shutup about your ass. youve always known it is a great ASSet to you. <3
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STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP.
I do love the poem, though. -
ok...i thought i have got to comment here being 43 now...i used to worry about the weight wehn i never needed to... sure i'd like to lose about 15 now but for the health,,,not for looks...it's funny how people think i have lost weight when i have actually gained the last year.... i met someone last year who at first was used to dating stick figures but he tells me all the time he thinks i am sexy, nothing like the ones he dated before... one day maybe you will learn to accept your differences...it's similar with the hair...i used to try to straighten it....now i love my natural curls. try not to be so hard on yourself but i know that is easier said than done in college especially ... those years only involve a small piece of your life...who cares what those people think! just try to be happy inside your own skin!
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ummm we were just talking last night about how hot you would look as mystique. so do it. because you're fucking fine as hell.
anyways.
fuck school.
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it's cool. i only feel comfortable very clothed or naked. i like the annotating enjambment. my, etc. look. i can write like a dumb english professor now.
this goddamn poem is great.
college is scary. adulthood is scary. weight just freaks me out.
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