It’s time to socialise once more,
But I’d much rather stay indoors,
Than face the emergent walk of shame,
By revealing the curvature I have gained.
The best mood boost when you isolate
Has been eating lots of chocolate,
But, the expanded version I have become
Is biting my generously-padded bum.
Chasing sugary endorphin highs,
They’ve all converged on my hips and thighs.
The time of reckoning is nigh,
Weeks of indulgence I can’t hide.
When I felt low and the world seemed bleak,
Being kind to myself did not seem weak.
Now the curtain is lifting, and I must face,
The expanded occupation of my space.
So excuse me if I decline your invitation
To admire your brand new bbq station.
I’ll know you’re thinking, too polite to say:
“What an awful lot more she must weigh.”
