By Faith Cheltenham
You are who you
Hang around
And I use to chill
with absolute fucking losers
All offense sent

Don’t anymore, and I’m now
down almost 400 pounds
No hanging with addicts
Self hating sex freaks
Stranger danger attractors
Anxiety whores too

And no more let’s go out to eat
Why when we could walk and talk?
Why when the sky is so bright?
And the wind feels so good
crisp against skin

Why ever be inside, sitting?
Drinking drinks with ice
How boring, and entirely dynastic
I’m here for the work and the life
I’m here to get up from the table
And stay where the living is
Where the breathing isn’t heavy
And the sighs are often from pretty
Not from too plenty

Cast off dead weights
Wherever you can
Knowing they knew it too
You were always too good
For a life lived so little

That’s why skinnies get mad
About weight loss pens
It’s not the heavy they want you to lose
They want the heavy
to keep you their fat friend

They want the heavies
to be losers like them
And to speak at your funeral
Because of course being super fat
Will take your life by 50, 60 at best.

Skinnies be anxious about their
bodies and never proud
But when you lose equivalents
of full sized people in your panties
You’ll be proud and be posting
every angle from both sides now

Teach them too
What it is to love a body
Entirely without shame
Teaching them to never be afraid
Of the changes life has for
bodies made to break and bend
Give life, and take our last breath
Without so much weight that’s dead
My non friends and dear ones

And look, skin cleared up too.

April 14th 2024