Getting Fat Is Easy

Getting Fat Is Easy

Why is it easy to get fat

like gravity decided my hips are a hobby

like cookies sneak into my pocket

and whisper “eat me, it’s fine”

I walk past a bakery

and suddenly my legs develop a mind of their own

my hands grab a donut like they’ve been trained

by some sinister pastry academy

I try to diet

but my fridge opens like it knows I’m weak

the butter winks at me

the cheese waves hello

and my lettuce cries quietly in the corner

I jog a little

and my thighs stage a protest

my arms pack extra pounds

like they need backup

and my reflection takes notes

why is it easy to get fat

and hard to melt it away

because somewhere a cosmic chef

is laughing with a giant spoon

stirring my life into a cake

and the scale, the traitor,

gives me a standing ovation

while I eat ice cream for comfort