What if?

photo: 1948

What if?

What if I wasn’t called, Fatstuff?

Would I be any different today?

Would I look in the mirror, now thinner

and say,

Linda ~ you should be slimmer. . .

Would I love myself any more,

accept myself and be sure,

that I am the person I should be,

or could be?

Am I trying to please them, not me?

Nope!

I got over it,

through it

Poop on them!

Ooops – I was called Poopsie too

Poopsie and Fatstuff

Now that’s enough to make a girl rough,

around the edges

make her not like who she is, get tough

resentful, defensive,

but I’m not

I’m sensitive ~ good, and kind,

because I left my past behind,

the bad part,

the sad heart,

like all little girl’s should,

if they could

 ldn