“You’re fat!” The mirror said
As she looked at her reflection in it.
“Actually, fat is not even correct.
If there’s a word beyond its superlative,
Then, that word would be accurate.”
“But,” in defense, she retaliated,
“Years ago, there was that incident,
Due to which I was badly affected.
I eat whenever I feel stressed.
Food comforts me, and I can’t help it.”
“Be that as it may,” the mirror stated.
“There’s a lot of weight on your waist.
Actually, it is not a waist but a waste.
Rolls of fat piled up from all you ate.
A little less of that, and you’d look great.”
“Yes!” She agreed, “Please be empathetic.
I have been trying to exercise and diet.
I start, but find it difficult to stick to it.
Cardio, walking, aerobics, and weights –
I try hard, but it always gets interrupted.”
Back at her, the mirror just stared.
“Stop making excuses!” It declared.
“All that ever matters is the present,
And it’s true that you’re unhealthy and fat.
Actually, fat is not even correct…”
Before it could complete its statement,
She struck it, and it broke into fragments.
Victorious, she screamed, “Take that!”
And around her, the thousand little bits
In unison retorted, ” You know, you’re fat!”
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