Eat

Jeremy talks to Reagan.
She then asks if we need ‘to talk.’
All I need is to lose more weight.
Ten more pounds.
Then I can be happy.
I do not like how they are ganging up on me.
I can see the horror in their eyes.
They know how fat I am.
Are they afraid I might be pretty once I am thin?
They should know they will always be thinner than me.
Therefore they will always be prettier.
‘‘T A L K . A B O U T . W H A T?’’