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Coat it in pink,
flash a smile,
crease it hard
as they roll down,
martyrs of pain.

"Paws up,
shoulders straight!
Look pretty." 
instructs mama. 

Tummy in, 
flab tucked in black.
eyes apprehensive.
legs curled up,
I wait
a moment or two. 
Mind travels forth
and back.

"Is he looking?" 
eyes flutter
eyelashes bat
neck turns. 
He was, or may be
he might have...

Tummy in,
turn away,
flash a smile
small talk,
act busy.

I hear his voice
a little distant now,
get a glimpse as
I tilt eyeballs to the side.  

He looks at me,
she points a finger
with muffled attempts 
to hide laughter. 

Tummy in,
turn away,
flash a smile
small talk, 
act busy.

Mask it up,
smooth some kohl
on teary eyes.
coat it in pink,
crease it hard,

stroke your hair
with a plastic comb. 
corset your curves,
hold in tight.

Breathe less,
tummy in,
flab tucked in black.
sit in a stool
butt overflow,

eyes apprehensive,
legs curled up
shoulders straight,
glance at the hand mirror.
Oh! Hide that bald patch

Look around,
flash a smile,
small talk,
act busy.

Take a sip.
Oh its beer.
it'll bloat me up.
"Ah.. no thanks!" 

Eyes flutter,
eyelashes bat,
neck turns,
look away.

Dinner is served,
cheers, laughter.
shake hands,
nod away,
chew lettuce, 
flash a smile,
small talk,
act busy.

"Hey polka face!
baldy moldy!
Are you pregnant?
Are you exercising, beta?
*Trumpet sounds*"

Stilettos tap,
past muddles into present.
"Hey, Join us for a selfie!" 
she says. 
flash a smile, 
tummy in,
Are my arms fat on screen?
get a glimpse 
as I tilt eyeballs to the side.


Drive home,
untie corset,
bra strapped off,
sweatshirt on,
slurp unsalted soup

"Idi Amin!
Have you looked at the mirror?
I'll charge double for your seat.
Stop eating, fatso!
I'll help you in weight loss!"

Mind travels forth 
and back.
Tuck your tummy in.
Breathe less.
smear kohl.
crease it harder. 

Pop in pills,
Green tea.
wind down. 
Dream. 

"Hey polka face!
baldy moldy!
Are you pregnant?
Are you exercising, beta?
*Trumpet sounds*"






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