I dread seeing others
that first time.
Stop hearing
“You look great.”
Instead, met by prying eyes,
exploring my body
invading my shame
lingering longest
on areas most changed.
My dear!
What a fat ass you have!
Some seem warmer,
wickedly happy I failed.
Some are disgusted
by my new state.
Some
appear relieved to have me back,
sent spiraling to chunky town
on my big fat fanny.
And I
loathe them all.
I’ll make it yet
I silently challenge
wait and see
just wait and see.