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in a way that drowned all the toxicity I had become so

lethargic from consuming.

All in all,

you had a command about you that spoke before you
ever could;

I looked at every bit of you with new eyes;

The flab,
the pot belly,

the majestic thighs

and legs that birthed a rhythm so enigmatic to many
I couldn't help but want to know you.

I was filled with the urge to rewrite a story previously told

about you;
A story that didn't capture you quite like I could.

With every construct, I broke down the wall; with every

praise that I chanted in your honour, I got pulled towards
you.

I was in awe of you;

I fell for you.

I made a conscious decision to cherish you,
to protect you – to nurture you.

I still hear those utterances;

Weirdly enough, I use them too.
What a way to flip the script,

because I can call you FAT

and not want to disappear into myself.

I can hold my pot belly in both hands

and feel a love that is yet to be given to me,

by another.

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