I needed to be stronger.
To be their big boy.
So no matter how much it hurt
I would eat.
And eat.
Eat!
I couldn't be fat.
Couldn't be ugly.
It was time to throw it all up.
The food that came from their hands
was promised to be magic
filling me in all the right ways.
But as soon as it hit my vile tongue
the magic left
and all it gave me was fat
shooting out of my body in acid-tasting
waves of disgust.
I guess the magic skipped a generation.