Childhood Nutrition Advice Should Be Given To The Parents/Fat, Swollen and Bleary/Angels Singing
I received a lot of intervention as a kid
All of it was targeted
Towards me and my choices, even though
The intervention amplified when I was barely 8 —
My parents were always somehow
Not involved, not important.
I received diet and nutrition advice,
Portion size information
All with the tone of shame
I was told if I didn’t lose weight then
I would die young
Despite the fact, that I learned
Later in life
That I had Cushing’s syndrome.
Misdiagnosis neglect and
A hefty dose of social shame
Made my family resent me
More than they manage to hide.
My sister blamed me for her
Lack of friends, my mom compared
Our pant sizes, my dad would ignore
All of us. He chose hiding.
My masculinity deemed—
A coping mechanism, an “inferiority complex”
Lmfao I cannot stop the pain of
Expressing yourself only to be seen as
Putting a bow on a turd pile. Sometimes
It’s like a wound that no bandage can heal.
My point here is—
None of these people ever had to diet
I was given all the information and
They kept on living however they liked.
My weight was my problem, and not theirs—
Not until of course, they all realized one day
They were all fatter than hell.
Somewhere along the line
The fat kid that was everyone else’s problem
Is now the skinniest and most active.
The irony will never be lost on me because
All of this is burned into my psyche
Now— they discover
— oh hell—
We should diet. Let me give you
Some tips !!
Lmfao, drop my mic
I’ll come scream it in your ear
Y’all were never held to the same level of responsibility
You mocked me for for years
I will haunt myself if no one else
Social graces graceless
It must be my purpose to express pain
Fat, swollen, and bleary, I am always and forever
Working on it
I often feel there will never be a moments peace
From the choir of angels singing
“No discipline— fat loser”