So your thighlooks like a marbled hunk of ham.

Thank you stretch marks.

But but stretch marks are awesome. Lose weight and you’ll get them too.

These marks are your battle scars, your tiger stripes of ex-fat girl pride.

They say, “hey look at me size two blondes, I used to be big, but I’m not anymore.”

And I don’t have a fast metabolism, a small build, a gifted surgeon or a finger down my throat.

I worked for my body. I shaped it,one bowl at a time.

Bring BACK BREAKFAST.

If you were a Truck,you Would want that spare tire.

Bring BACK BREAKFAST.

But you’re not a car.

And you’re sick of the trophy wives and prom queens eyeing your flub as they bounce by pushing their four-wheeled strollers and mouse-sized dogs.

We say no more.

No more shame, no binge eating and no more meal skipping.

Heads high and bellies full.