One morning I discover <br />an unwanted softness at my hip. <br />Distressed, I cry, 'Where's my pelvis gone? ' <br />'Buried in cellulite, my dear, ' <br />comes back the accusing tone, <br />'and look, how your breasts and belly sag! ' <br />I look, and see a dreadful sight - <br />I've put on twenty kilos overnight! <br /> <br />Quick, quick, the remedy! <br />Avoid the scales - instead, <br />to the wardrobe, gather evidence <br />that what I see is merely in my head. <br /> <br />But what is this? <br />The jeans that yesterday <br />fitted like a glove <br />now squeeze me in an iron vice. <br />They've shrunk - I curse and pray - <br />with every failed attempt to close the zips <br />I add another metre on my hips. <br /> <br />I search and search <br />and then at last I find it - <br /> <br />my Favourite Dress.... <br /> <br />It fits! And with relief I can't express <br />I twirl and preen, and now I realise <br />my body is again its proper size!<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ups-and-downs-collection-body-image-revised-and-reposted/
