Skinny Girl Club

Ahhh… the Skinny Girls’ Club!

You can see them giving each other

The super secret handshake with their eyes,

Lookin’ one another up and down,

Sizing each other up,

“Are you a size 2, or a 4?”

Well Darlin’,

I am a 5, but 7’s feel so darn good

I buy 9’s,

So don’t be eyein’ me, Honey.

I am not a part of the club.

I don’t live my life anymore

On the treadmill going nowhere.

I don’t torture myself

With deprivation

And the “ I can’t get no

Satisfaction”

Mentality

Of trying starve myself,

Or scarfing and barfing

And killing myself

With ex-lax,

To try to achieve

That hollow gut look

Made so popular

By Hollywood

And heroin junkies.

Oh yes, I take long walks

On the beach,

But I don’t hustle when I go,

I stop a lot

To smell the flowers,

And look at fascinating things that I find curious.

It is amazing what one can see

When one is not tangled in chains

To the mirror.

And sometimes when I walk,

I take a pork chop with me.

I eat it while I mosey.

I enjoy the heck out of it,

And find it so filling

And satisfying,

Mmmmmmmmmmm!

Oh Sweetheart,

I see the tortured trademark in your eyes,

“Member in good standing of the Skinny Girls’ Club.”

The hollow in your tummy has spread

To an empty in your eyes.

Let the fat chick in you out a little sometime.

Let her have some fun,

And discover that she may just be the one to guide you

To the kingdom of peace within yourself.

I wish you all the best!

It is possible.

-jenn long