Plus Size Prisoner of Society

Story Time

I want to write something
That doesn't seem right
Like it doesn't
Read nice
And doesn't
Rhyme

But I like music
And the way the words flow
No!
No rhyming...
Just go-

There was a little girl at work
Had to be no more than 3
Short
Pigtails
A face like a little puppy

Ugh this is hopeless!

She tugged on my shirt, "miss"
I looked down
Her big doe eyes wide as she gazed up at me
"Yes?"

She inhaled deeply, but not in deep thought
She blurted the question
And everything paused.

"Why are you fat?"

Her mom called her name
But I didn't hear a word
Her question ricocheted of the walls
Of my skull,
Bouncing against my brain
Trying to understand the question

I inhaled as she did
But thought out my words
"Because my mom cooks really good food"

She smiled and giggled
"Mine does too!"
And she looked proud of it.

She wasn't worried that her mom cooks good
Which would mean
She'd be fat.
She enjoyed her mom's food
And was happy I enjoyed
My mom's too...

Her mom looked relieved
But I'm the one who exhaled
This little girl accepted me
And celebrated the thing we had in common
Even in our different bodies.

That's my story time.