It's no fun
being fat.
My mother was fat
and miserable.
Growing up I swore
that I would never
be fat like my mother
but then genetics
took over and
just look at me now.
Her body gave up
on her and she died
at age thirty-five.
I have already
outlived her
by two years
but how much more
time could I
possibly have?
Thank you for the courage to write this poem. I once had a boss in that condition. The use of the word made the rest of the day bad. So sad that he was not interested in changing himself.
Very feelingly written indeed, but it is the self pity that makes it worth. I've seen many so-called over-sized people enjoying how they are. I had some time back a girl studying in a secondary school as neighbour.
Your poem was indeed heartfelt with a feeling of hopelessnes and that made me cry. You are beautiful as you are but give up and never surrender if it means your life.
continued... She once came to me to help her with a small debate at the school where she would speak for 5-10 minutes. I helped her with a rather humorous thing joking at herself being well-endowed. And all there liked it and her courage to laugh at the self. She also got the first prize. Enjoy it whilst doing all to reduce if you so wish. My observation is: well-endowed are well-meaning good-heart people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have read most of your pöems, dear Bella. IF one dares to be true honest to him/hersellf are YOU in the FIRST place. We cannot do much against genetics except being in control at the specialist´s. BUT except your very sad days, you constanly go further with your love and life as they present to you. You just take them and you even do not try to alter them. To these best attitude and habits in life you´ll live surely longest than the average, truly.