"kcal" poems
yad a ekam dluoc I fI
noitalsnart ni tsol saw eno on erehw
!eb dlouw taht yad yppah a tahw O
dniknam sah ydalam retaerg tahw roF
kcal elpmis ruo naht
.gniwonk fo
sdnim lautum ruo fo gniwonk ehT
dlog naht thguos erom si
revlis naht suoicerp erom
dnoyeb dna raf dna
derised erom
. sevlesmeht sthguoht eht fo yna naht
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Stop telling me that I'm not fat
I stepped on the scale this morning knowing full well I gained weight
I was not expecting to make it up to 140 though
I was wrong
I thought I could keep off the weight I fought so hard to lose
But no, looks like this is going to be a lifelong struggle for me
I'll always have to think about what I eat
Always
I've gained 8lbs
It doesn't matter what's muscle or how much my ***** weigh
Even if they're legit, I'm going to quit making excuses
I have to starve myself again
I hated that the most
More than going to the gym
More than never eating anything good
The hunger
500 kcal a day, or I was never going to see any results
And it was true
I can't eat 1500 kcal without gaining something
My metabolism is non-existent
Regardless
The thing that has really been killing me is everyone else
That false hope
“You're not fat.”
I don't even know why I ever agreed or let them get to me
Even after losing 20lbs I was still fat at 132, I still had 20 or so lbs to go
But maybe my clothes were too flattering, or they were too nice
I don't care if you are 500lbs
Don't tell me I'm not fat
Don't tell me I'm not allowed to feel fat
I'm not skinny-passing and I never have been
I'm not some skinny girl looking for attention or reassurance
I don't care if that's your honest opinion
I don't care if you'd rather be at my weight or would be happy at my weight
I hate my naked body
I could never pull off a bikini
I'm living in reality
I know what other people would honestly think
Fat is fat
I could weigh so much more, but it doesn't matter
I've already passed the threshold of what is considered fat
From a health standpoint I might be better off
I might not be that hard to look at naked but I'm still fat
Quit telling me I'm not allowed to feel fat because I don't meet your requirements
This is something I struggle with just as much as someone at 200 or 300 or 400
I feel ugly, unwanted, disgusting
I know it has a hand in my love life
I need exercise equipment at home
I'm too self-conscious to go out running or jogging
I don't want anyone to see me
This ends now
I give up
I'm ready to trade it all for a body I love and am proud of
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
*my my, ain't it June?! Juno, why have you given these poor people snowballs?! it's June and my central heating is on, it's close to 10 degrees Celsius, Bavaria is flooded, people embraced Einstein's relativity of the collapse of the = sign using a parabola, forgetting the basic Newtonian: cause & effect - the moment i coupled Socratic abhorrence of moral relativism, i took to dislike relativism kindred of: claustrophobia and agoraphobia... at some point Einstein's relativity equates space as time, rather than what Newton would suggest trans linear: algebraic squared, Newton still resides in cause & effect, space = ~space, given: 1 = millimetre, kilometre, and any other division... likewise with time... 20th century fashion being the perfect crop of quantum plagiarism, although in the 21st century the dance loop jumping between decades, back in the 20th century a linear expression, an evolution; quantum physics doesn't deal with linear excavations necessarily repeated, it's just repeats what is unnecessary. global warming and the mini ice age, June's here, Einstein too, Newton too, relatively speaking we're aether imprints... speaking via causality we're leaving a carbon footprint - well, **** me, two plus two... it's still scientific negativism, dietary requirements of modern man overshadowed all the scientific progresses in the field... never mind the cure for cancer! never mind that! as long as we can dress a diabetic in Lycra for bariatric surgery - never had i had i heard of such gastronomy, should it have been a pork chop smoked using zyklon B.*
we are living in the age of scientific negativism,
atheism a third limb
and our existential concerns reduced to
hamsters, calories and treadmills:
the basis of all modern inquisitiveness /
Aristotelian awe reduced to rubrics of dieticians
rather than theologians: at least with the latter
we could see the simple mind, hunched
in prayer... with the former we are experiencing
robots repeating the daily 2000 Kcal intake requirement
for a flat stomach... honestly, i prefer the praying
type, than the type regurgitating facts concerning
their diet - at least the former state of affairs
kept them shut up and mumbling, gesticulating
a type of shadow boxing while befriending
Jacob wrestling with an angel - at least that!
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC