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When she looks you up and down Like the men you cross paths with on the street Do not cast your eyes to the floor Stand tall; despite the heat When your mother tells you to keep your tiny jeans In hopes of shedding weight like snakeskin Cut the denim in strips And place it all around her kitchen When she throws your baked goods away And replaces them with everything sugar-free Send dozens of cupcakes to her doorstep Then proceed to eat as a hyperbole When your mother purchases running shoes and sports bras Walk around the house in your under-things Lounge in the bathtub with a bear claw Do not let her control your way of being
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
When Your Mother Suggests Losing Weight
When she looks you up and down Like the men you cross paths with on the street Do not cast your eyes to the floor Stand tall; despite the heat When your mother tells you to keep your tiny jeans In hopes of shedding weight like snakeskin Cut the denim in strips And place it all around her kitchen When she throws your baked goods away And replaces them with everything sugar-free Send dozens of cupcakes to her doorstep Then proceed to eat as a hyperbole When your mother purchases running shoes and sports bras Walk around the house in your under-things Lounge in the bathtub with a bear claw Do not let her control your way of being
For myself "Well, if it's too small, you can keep it for when you lose some weight." Recovery is hard. You make it ten times harder.
allyson-walsh
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
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