My fat body moves across Elm Dr

My fat body moves across Elm Drive.

My fat body

It’s true, my body has fat. Weird, writing it out

like that. In big fat letters.

My fat body does not like the word F A T.

Still:

My fat body keeps me warmer through the snow.

My fat body dances in the snow carries me.

No longer Winter though it’s January.

Bigger snow angels this afternoon.

Beanie not quite fitting anymore. It’s okay. Yarn stretches.

Knits stretch. Sweater stretching across

my breasts.

In seventh grade I drank more milk to grow them.

But my fat body does not like milk does not like being called

A cow. My fat is not expendable is me.

My fat body is not My body is a body with fat.

My body is not fat has fat is learning fat is not bad.

My body with fat loves the snow, loves big snow

angels. Loves things big, loves the magnitude.

Loves in Size XL. Too much sometimes, like a fat fire.

As in, a very large flame.

After the flame comes the ashes. After the fat comes the body.

Inside the fat After the fat I am

burning, still breasted, still bigger with a big coat on, still beautiful