I hated my fat self.
In my distraction reaction
to avoid the void of my youth,
I flew from the truth.
My body of evidence
confronted at every turn.
You are fat, fat, fat,
their taunts burned.
I bore witness against myself
and turned away.
Head down, hunched, I studied
the art of camouflage.
To prove I disapproved,
I lost my logic and my self.
In another place, it was my time
to find a turning point,
with knowing in the growing
of a new perspective.
As self-acceptance broadened,
self-doubt diminished.
What remains
after losses and gains
is worth the wait.
I have found how to be free –
moved on from self-hate.
I now am wise.
I'll fly in the face of fragility.
Your eyes tell lies –
I can look and see the real me.
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