Just a frog
not quite in a bog chillin and free croakin leave me be ©Miranda N. Prather
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When we met, I was slim, even trim in some places.
I had honed this body as an outward reflection of my soul. Confidence, enthusiasm and optimism. As our years together marched onward and your love began to wane, grey clouds clung to my soul. My confidence and enthusiasm ran away and I ate how I ate to fill up the lonely hours of a day. By the time your final goodbye sounded, taking away every bit of optimism I had left, my hips were round and slippery, a Buddha belly crept over my pants. Shuddering sobs and quivering flesh, a sight no one wants to behold. Friends spur me on. My knees protest the extra weight, but this fat that you left me with, hugs my bones and holds me in a loving embrace. If I were to unzip myself and walk out of this body who would hold me now? ©Miranda N. Prather |
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