Anyway! i was looking for my resume through my things that he saved that i havent seen in a very long time ... but as i was looking for my resume i stumbled across a bunch of old poetry that i wrote ... and i found this one ... this is one that i wrote when i was heavy ... you can see how unhappy i was ... and why i have to change it now ... here it is ... p.s. its not meant to be depressing ... its meant to be motivational! (the look of it matters ... but it didnt transfer properly ... so just go with it)
She Slouches
Although her acid washed
boot cut jeans may
be a bit too big. That
does not stop her moun
-tainous stomach from rolling
over top of them. Combined with
her breast her obesely curvaceous
profile only found in a hikers dream.
Her shirts too tight emphasizing the rolling
hills. Arms of a body builder with one millionth
the muscle. Pressed tightly against the voluptuous
side creating the appearance that a small dog could be
smuggled within her pit. Bones cannot be found, not even
at the elbows and knees. Red dots create patterns on her face,
whole constellations can be found, why no makeup, heaven and
her only know. A double chin eats at her face, threatening a third.
Greasy hair squashed down around her head, peeking feathers Thro
-ugh a hat. Sad green eyes are all the evidence of the beauty she used to
be, that she could have been. And yet she slouches as if she doesn’t care.
She feels their laughs and sees their stare; and yet her slouch stays.
