Five stages of FAT

Here today i can clearly say,

without much reserve or dismay,

let the cows moo and the horses neigh,

the rat will scurry as he runs from the cat,

and oh yes!,i am fat.

There was a time though, not long ago,

when i would shout out loud and crow,

nay! i would say, "i am but big boned,

all muscle, that's me! , not a shred of fat's been stored"

How you ask did i make it from there to here,?

that's the purpose of this poem my dear,

For just like death, you need to come to term,

with stages many, it takes to learn,

Five there are, all in a nice mince,

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

and

Acceptance

Denial's the first one, we all are aware,

we can't see why people have to stand and stare,

"It's just my belly! i will have you know!,

So what if it is in a pin code of its own"

For the life of us we can't surmise,

why stores don't have clothes in our size,?

In trains there are, a sea of dirty faces,

as if to say "Your getting up, will clear at least three spaces"

Oh! then comes Anger red and hot!

"What did get me, to this spot?"

Mom's food coupled with street fare,

the root cause of all our despair

We scold ourselves day and night,

not even in our sleep do we have respite,

Things must change, this will not do,

i will drop this burger & ask for soup.

This follows exercise and calorie burning,

bringing us straight up to bargaining,

then the mind starts playing tricks,

throw in a doting mother into the mix

"You look good son , you've lost some weight?"

On goes the Dal Fry on my plate.

People in office are also to blame,

they see some change and tell you the same,

So off goes the diet, and you take a break,

why not indulge ?, have a slice of cake

A week of this, goes by in a daze,

you happily set yourself on the scales,

the blinders are off, you see a vision,

then comes on, a deep depression

"Why bother you ask?", i am going to be fat,

life is unfair, cruel, and all that,

Sit around your house, with a straw in a coke,

you gain some more, diet's up in smoke

Days of sleep walking and wide awake nights,

something inside you switches on the lights,

Being fat is ain't all that bad,

your healthy, and good times you have had,

People like you, for you are a gem of a person,

they will love you, in any sort of version,

That is my tale, told in a Zap,

the beautiful, Five stages of Fat

-

Chennakeshav Shenoy