For Shame

Do you ever have that conversation every time you try to eat a chocolate bar or a cookie?

"Where do you think that's going?"
Why, in my stomach. Where else?
"Think about your sides and your gut that are growing!
Think about all the bulges and bumps that are showing!
Think about the calories your stowing
And the hot bod you're throwing away!"

And then you feel shitty and nasty
Nobody is going to want this fat ass
And to make yourself feel better you tell that little voice to go fuck itself
And eat everything chocolate or slightly fake and sugary in sight.

And then when you've popped the top button of your jeans
You sit down with an extra, extra, EXTRA large bowl of buttered popcorn
And watch the news.


A shooting.
A bombing.
A impoverished village in some remote part of the world you've never seen before.
A boy bullied because he doesn't understand why it's wrong to have a fairy sticker on his backpack.
A puppy mill with 40 dogs that can't see because their hair is matted in front of their eyes.
A soldier that died standing up for his country.
A spouse in emerg with broken bones because they said "no".

Why are we putting down humans for being fatter
Or skinnier
Or less perfect than Barbie?
Why does shame lie with innocent people
Who order dessert
Rather than start killing sprees?
We pay more attention to who's hot
And who's not
While the blood covered piggy goes "wee, wee, wee"
                                                                                              all the way home.



I think our little health-dictator voices inside need to look at the bigger picture.