You want to know about how miserable I was
at 300 pounds, how I hated me?
You want to know how I returned to a fast-food place
until a cashier knew what I would order?
You want to know how I’d drive from one
to another to get the exact same thing
I’d finished on the way? Most of you are repulsed
by the questions, gag at the thought.
But if your heart sighs, recognizing kindred,
then I’m here for you, my story is for your ears.
Then you can know the hope, the salvation,
available by choking down the fear, by walking in
to Overeaters Anonymous, to the home
you’ve never known.