Adolescence and Anorexia
When I was a teenager, I thought that I was fat.
I felt that I must be obese if I wasn’t flat.
To look like Twiggy was our goal, but we never achieved it.
The media said curves were bad, and dumb us, we believed it!
Normal flesh felt flabby and we feared cellulite pebbles.
and though in other matters, we felt like we were rebels,
when it came to body image, news and fashion led us.
Thankfully, in retrospect, they weren’t the ones who fed us!
“Gorge”ous
Everyone is cognizant that
runway models gone to fat
will very promptly get the axe
for appetite control grown lax.
Alas, it is a tragic truth
that larger forms are viewed uncouth.
Plus-sized is not viewed as “in,”
within a world that’s based on thin.
Designers never seem to feel
that models who enjoy a meal
do their fashions adequate
justice in the hips and butt.
Their hungry models stroll and strut
with tiny waist and taut-stretched gut,
looking very lank and lean
and also just a little mean.
No doubt from hunger––their daily fate.
While as we watch, those overweight
have found a way to compensate.
We gain revenge by chocolate!
For the WordPress Daily Prompt: Gorge.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 