My theory on the word, overweight
Is that some skinny person invented it
If us fatties had been allowed to weigh in
I'm sure we could have prevented it

Though I'm not averse to being known as fat
The word, overweight, just bothers me
I get no joy over being super-sized
When svelte and skinny I'd rather be

I must admit, I've tried scads of diets
And usually get to looking pretty good
Then my sweet tooth and hunger kick back in
And before I know it, I'm eating junk food

I've seen lots of big, beautiful people
And, dressed up, don't look half bad myself
I get tired of hearing my doctors tell me
That I should be more aware of my health

Trying to do better and extend my life a bit
I joined Curves and learned to exercise
After wrecking my back and both of my knees
Fat and cellulite still dominated my thighs

Now, when a doctor hands me a new diet plan
I just nod and smile and bite my tongue
I plan to enjoy what time I have left
'Cause I'm way too old to die young

Guess I'll concentrate on doing my best
And not worry too much about my weight
As the old song says, "I gotta be me."
So they can bury me in a piano crate

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 4, 2008
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