If you’re overweight you’re a victim, you’re obviously being oppressed.
~Anonymous


Dear thin girl in my evening class:
I danced once.  Really.
5'4", 109 lbs. and I thought I was fat.
Hated my thighs.  Called myself “Thunder.”
Did.  Counted calories.  Counted again.
Ate nothing for breakfast, lunch, or in
public.  See what happened to me?
Be afraid.  No. Forgive yourself now.
You’re beautiful.  All of you.  Pimples.
Plump spots. Muscles. Smooth brown skin.
All of you.  All of you.  And me? Me
too. Me too. Me too. Too. Too.