Now that I have tried it and
discovered how difficult it is,
my attitude to obese people
has been totally changed.

It is like wee a boy going into
a play ground, sitting on a
see-saw alone and wondering
why he remains grounded.

It is like being a tree keel under
ground trying to counter balance
the sail branches above, especially
between Spring and Autumn.

It is like Lady Justice whose scales
are slightly tilted but what does it
matter if ones eyes are blindfolded
to what the actual reading really is.

It is like Banksy's balloon girl who
was not aware of the consequences
if she slackened her grip permitting
gravity a discriminative opportunity.

It is like the mouse that found a way
into the cheese safe and ate so much
that he died before getting slim enough
to fit back out the tiny hole he entered.

Is it like living with an anorexic and
sharing everything equally without
question, even to the point of holding
her in my arms for our weekly weigh day.

Is it like insomnia when I wake up with
a gnawing in my stomach and trying to
sneak down stairs without creaking the
floor boards on my way to the fridge?