Cellulite Free

Let's take a short break from all the depressing poetry, shall we? I will be returning to that dreary mood shortly.... but first something that's been on my mind, and other parts of me for a while.

I am not a fitness enthusiast, who is inclined to get up in the wee hours of the morning to go for a run in crappy weather, and come back feeling all chipper and fab. Oh wait! I did that today. Although I must admit, the enthusiasm was marred with a mean 'don't piss me off' scowl, and the chipper and fab was switched on only post the third strong coffee of the morning. But running I did go! I know, I know. Why would someone with such a fantastic figure and an amazing personality need to do something as extreme as .... exercise? Well, it wasn't for the endorphin!

I have been troubled, for a while now, by an unsightly condition that affects millions of people worldwide. It has no known cure except exercise and Photoshop. Yes, I'll admit it! I have cellulite! Up until recently I was the mistress of my body, with very little need to focus on me, internally and externally (I know, modesty truly becomes me). But since my last birthday, with little to celebrate but a number, I took a long a look at my self and realized the person in the mirror looked old and dare I say it, flabby. It wasn't just a physical reflection, but something from deep within that made this person appear, older, and well, flabbier than she actually needed to be. It was time for a total change.

I have learned in the last couple of years that not too many people are what they seem. Inside every unable, large bodied person is a smaller, fitter version just waiting to jump out. And when the inside and outside match, happiness happens. I also realized that each one of us is a victim of our own choices and nothing you do can ever change that. Therefore, I have decided to make better choices.

I am now living my life on my terms, as meager, as they may be. I will not subject myself to a life of Russian Roulette, to gamble my well being and happiness on someone else's choices for me. So, starting today, I run. Everyday. To move forward. To be the new and improved me. The cellulite free me.

Besides, it's less drastic than my technical skills playing with photoshop.

Nostalgia

Of dwellers, escapists, clingers, 

Of the past,

A temporary occupant, visitor,

Not built to last.

Each memory fresh as dew on snow,

Yet advanced without letting go.

Reminders plenty as corners turned,

But propelled fore, lest burned.

Of laughter, tears, and torn visage,

Each story worthy of applause.

Shared and cherished not just by one,

Melting in a solitary sun.

Every adventure piqued the senses

Of moments made, now in fences.

Appreciated, lost, often learned,

Repetition never confirmed.

Of nostalgia tis said true,

Each character is as you knew.

Nothing can now change a past,

Precocious step lay the cast,

Of future moments, yet to add

To enigmatic new fads.

Boldly venture, to each his own,

Yet forever connected, as if sown.

Not A Friend

A constant reflection
Of who I was, am, and can be.
A spirited inspiration
Of need fulfilled not easily.

A tearing thorn
Of truth kept and lies told.
A laughing clown
Even as the tears roll.

A formidable strength
Of endurance and tolerance.
An intense inquisitor
Of faith and allegiance.

An incessant reminder
Of possibilities unexplored.
A gentle thruster
To directions unknown.

An encapsulation
Of everything yearned.
A depictation
Of all that is yet to be earned.

A mirror
But not.
A friend
But not.

Insane

Bitch
Unwanted
Useless
Derogatory
Pessimist
Wicked
Conceited
Sucker
Gullible
Whore
Manic
Pathetic
Floosy
Depressed
Conniving
Lost
Mystical
Old
Battered
Sarcastic
Funny
Pretentious
Dramatic
Foolhardy
Melancholy
Insomniac
Whimsical
Spontaneous
Unattractive
Demonic
Evil
Broke
Crazy
Liar
Silent
Obnoxious
Ferocious
Ambiguous

Everything but Insane....for now!

Objects in the Mirror

Objects in the mirror, never,
Appear as they seem.
Demented and twisted words
Believed only by the keen.
Faith for the wicked, trusted by the cruel,
Thought they had me covered,
But they're over by the mule.
Every action forward,
Is hindered by the few,
As if in reward
To lay the body strewn.
Conviction and belief in self
Now runs deeper than blood,
Change is the only constant,
Even when covered in mud.
Two steps forward, three steps back,
Will never propel to where it's at.
The distance covered from here to there
Will transform lives just like that.
For better or for worse,
Chanced in cake.
Tolerance vanquished by curse.
To know what's what, and really fake.
Measured words for precise action
Will lay the stage to judge.
To tweak their lives with satisfaction
When nothing has been fudged.
Destiny is for the making
To leaps and bounds ahead.
There is no more looking back
Or else, I might as well be dead.

Donkey on my back!

I trudge through life,
Fumbling, tripping, weighed down,
Unsure of where to take the next step,
With a donkey on my back.

A conscious decision, taken years ago,
To bite me in my ass.
Running away would be far too easy,
But for the donkey on my back.

Look at the bright side
I'm always a step ahead, and
Covered from the rain, but get to see no sunshine
With the donkey on my back.

Tried prying, shaking, rolling on the ground,
But made me just the same.
And changing constantly, drives me insane
Because of the donkey on my back.

Need to shed this extra weight,
But no diet does the trick.
Now brain-aerobics will make it stick
For the donkey on my back.

So into the Queen of Hearts I turn
Yet slow to command, 'Off with its head!'
Either its me,
Or the donkey on my back.

Fairy Tale

There was once a girl who'd been places,
She'd grown up living like a princess.
When it came to being queen
She chose a creep,
Who said the right things, but didn't mean it.

Halfway across the world, in solitude and work
She did as it was demanded.
Cinderella had it easy,
Prince Charming was a sweetie.
She wondered if her dream had forgotten to get started.

Abused and battered, yet conformed and swell
Vacations and children kept her going.
After more than a decade
And nothing to show for it,
Probably as the torture kept growing.

Slapped in the face, attacked at will,
Broken pieces all over.
Yet she stood her ground
For her daughters not her spouse.
And will get through, before he's sober.

The Evil Bitch, as she is now called
Has come out of hiding to play.
Ruby Slippers turned five inch black heels
Will take her home to life.
But not before she rides her chariots,
And all her dragons she slays.

(To be read as a limerick)