Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped <br />yourself in the wrong body.Twenty <br />extra pounds hang like a lumpy <br />tapestry on your perfect mammal nature. <br /> <br />Three months ago you were like a <br />deer staring at the first winter snow. <br /> <br />Now Aphrodite thumbs her nose at you <br />and tells stories behind your back.<br /><br />Richard Brautigan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-winter-snow/
