Self Talk To A Fatass: During My Self-Hatred Life

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I'll run very far from here.                                        
Many miles from my hated mirror.
For I have seen the beast; felt his fear.                                                    
My future could not be clearer.

I must purge the fat from my hidden bones.
It repulses, sickens me.
And like flying, splintered stones
It hurts me----can't you see?

I banned you once, you fatted cow;
Sent you screaming into the night.
But now you're back and I must vow                      

To claw and tear and fight.

I'll reclaim my power----just wait and see.
You'll no longer taint my life.
I'll emerge one day; I'll be lithe and free
While you dig your grave with your fork and knife.

Running from you will diminish me;
Make me aerodynamic and small.
You will fall by the wayside and see
That I'm not fearful of you at all.

----Delicate Sylph.


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