This is a poem I wrote when I was feeling especially fat.
I wrote myself a letter
And suddenly I saw
How meanly mean I was,
I just read on in awe.
‘Dear Self,’
It began
‘you need to improve. You need some help,
something other than a fan’
‘you really don’t like me,
And that’s just too bad
For I am you
Not some silly fad.’
‘Try looking in mirrors
You might be surprised
You’re not fat at all!
You’ll be re-sized.’
‘Don’t you worry.’
It moved on to my weight.
‘you’ve been exercising,
You’ve watched what you’ve ate.’
I really was amazed
At how much power
I had gotten
And it took me all of an hour
To read through my letter
Every line, and every verse
Then I had to search for tissues
Looking in my purse
I had to let me cry
I mean, I was ten
When I wrote the letter, tucked away in my diary,
I forgot it had been
To believe it or not
My words had an impact
On my newer self
I really had gotten smacked.
Straight in the face
It was most alarming
But a little refreshing
And more than that; charming
I instantly did it
I fell in love
Not with that one boy
But that girl from above
The one who regained me
Gave back to me my strength,
She opened my eyes when I read that letter
That was puny in length
She knew I would do it
Make myself toned
But still I thought I was big
Don’t ask; I was honed
She tried to protect me
And protect me she did
When I tried to suffer
When I went and hid
She just came out stronger
And pulled me right out
Told me I was NOT fat
Just a wee bit stout
That’s all in the letter
And guess what, it came true
For I don’t know how,
But my past self, she knew
2006-11-18
12:01:52
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