by Tina Villareal 6U
Every bite, every spoonful requires a certain finesse.
Hidden talent you may say, having to calculate
the exact number of calories you’re putting
into your already-too-wide face.
An apple? 110 calories; hmmm
This means another layer of fat
over your collarbones.
You’ll eat half of it.
You look down at your stomach
and see protruding bones – alas!
The existence of your hips is confirmed.
You roll the word over
and over in your head,
liking the sound and sight of them;
But wait – what is that?
Your stomach is pouching out –
Probably from that piece of
85% dark chocolate
you had as a snack earlier on.
The bump seems to grow bigger as you watch it,
something like an accelerated pregnancy,
only it’s a food baby. Not the real thing.
Eventually you get over the bump
and move on to assessment of your legs.
Ah, the famed ‘gap between thighs’
captured by many a photographer.
Continue to invite your eyes,
glossing over the fact that
you see the gap closing and your legs.
Fatter and fatter.
This is the curse of being a girl.
A teenage girl.
A teenage girl
doubling as a supermodel.