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The Battle Of The Bulge
It all started the day I took myself On a long overdue shopping spree Bags and shoes and make up I bought Sipping the soda they offered for free
Found myself in the women’s wear section Picked up some clothes to try on and see The assistant said, “They aren’t your size Would you care to look at the XL range, please?”
Red in the face, I glared at her “Medium will do just fine, my dear” Into the trial room I went Armed with all I thought I could wear
Came out of there with a sheepish grin Breathless from the effort of trying them on Said they didn’t really suit me at all Her face read “ sure, who are you trying to con?”
Came back home feeling like a lump of lard Firmly deciding to lose some weight Walks every morning, aerobics thrice a week My nutritionist monitoring everything I ate
It was a long and valiant war I fought In spite of the temptation to go on a binge My sense of smell was suddenly sharper The aroma of food almost killing me
Cramps in my calves, joints that ached Always hungry, my stomach growling away My weighing scale refusing to have pity on me Pointing at a number too large to state
Then one bright morning it all came to me And the vision of a slim svelte me was shattered A wonderful, convenient, comforting revelation That I was beautiful inside and nothing else mattered
Salads and soups were history now The battle had ended, I was free to be me Chocolates and cakes celebrated their coup Over food that always had to be fat free!!
So here I am in my XL jeans And my XL shirt that goes with it Who cares? I’m happy and it shows In my ample girth and buoyant spirit!
Swati Chandran
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