4/365: Walk a Mile

 

Sometimes I think it would have been

easier

to have a drinking problem

than feel the need to

stuff

myself

down

as

far

as

I

can

bury

myself

within

because everyone takes pity on the fat girl

with the doughnuts who lies

when she orders a dozen.

Everyone knows she isn't going to share.

Everyone pretends to think she is.

Eat less. Exercise more. You'll be fine if you just

focus.

Then I remember wearing my dad's flips flops at home

because we had the same size feet.

 

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