A number on the scale
The parusuco's that can no longer be buttoned
The Nine West boot which doesn't fit on my calf
Victoria's secret was another surgery
No wonder the cheap lingerie did not adjust
My body is a river of rainbows
with gold in my mind
Vibrant colours of my soul run underneath
Diets drown in the tide of my lucidity
The calories mounted and crushed by my swollen liquid figure
I will not pause to wait for no weight to live
Not a gluttonous sinner
Just don't need that kind of pride - also a sin
To love myself
and french fries
