The Fat Lady Speaks

By Joanne McCarthy

Fat is my fortress. It

keeps you from me. I

prize this great body, it's

fierce implacable strength.

For I move when I choose to.

You cannot force me.

Wherever I go I mock

weakness and famine. Stare

if you will. You

are afraid of me.

Men Pale at my

hunger. They are not men

with me. And women

shrink away, scorn

in their narrow eyes

but I despise them. They

bend to the will of others.

I do not bend at all.

I am a mighty goddess

a prehistoric queen

symbol of wealth and

terrible power.

Trifle with me

and I will

crush

you.

****Taken from the anthology, 'I Am Becoming The Woman I've Wanted' -Edited by Sandra Haldeman Martz

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