Better Hair Day Poem

August 16, 2010 at 8:18 pm | Posted in Diary Rant, Fat, Fat Acceptance, Fat Hatred, Kristin Bell, Poetry | 5 Comments
at least I have hair!
my face could be uglier, so I guess it isn’t that bad.
at least I still have all parts of my body.
my life is not that bad…sometimes I exaggerate.
I’m going to die someday.
But I’ve done some cool stuff.
At least a few people will care when I’m gone.
It matters to me if I die and if people care.
On some level we matter.
I don’t know on what level in the grand scheme of things.
Here’s what they can say about me:
She was fat her whole life and took up room and made it known that she was alive!
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Bad Hair Day Poem

August 15, 2010 at 1:24 pm | Posted in Diary Rant, Fat, Fat Hatred, Kristin Bell, Poetry | 1 Comment
my hair is ugly.
my face is ugly.
my body is ugly.
my life is ugly.
I’m going to die soon.
I haven’t done anything good.
No one will care when I’m gone.
It doesn’t matter.
None of us matter in the end of time.
Maybe some people will matter for a while.
But not me.
Here’s what they can say about me:
She was fat her whole life and took up too much room.

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