Avoiding my reflection at all costs
No mirrors, no glass windows
Nothing form-fitting
Overlooking any signs of weight gain.
Self-consciousness submerges into unconsciousness.
At the height of ignorance
I spill secrets with abandon
Forgetting the flayed flesh
That comes with disclosure.
How stupid could I have been?
I whirl around with joy
And smash into the looking glass
Shattering my image into a million broken shards
I fall back to earth with a heavy thud.
Barely breathing, I do not move.
Slices ooze.
My raw hands hurry
To scoop up pools of blood
Mixed with tears;
It will not reabsorb.
I am fat.
Fat fat fat fat fat fat
Fat fat fat far fat fat fat
Fat, fatter, fattest
Loved, yet still so unlovable.
Navelgazing Writer 