Reflection

I twist and look at my reflection from the corner of my eye,

Chubby arms, double chin and love handles is all I see;

I look at the lovely dress, I am supposed to be trying,

And mentally calculate the quantity of corsets it would require;

A lovely model looks at me disapprovingly from a poster on the door,

She is glorious in her flat stomach and stick thin arms;

I sigh as I open the door,

Attired in the beautiful dress which I make unbeautiful;

‘Mommy is a princess’, squeals my little daughter,

And that is when it hits me,

Fat is beautiful too!

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