I got Fat

I got Fat. I wasnt born a size 18 and I didnt wake up one day having multiplied in size. Fat kind of crept up on me and wandered about with me for a bit. When it decided it liked being with me, it stuck around. Fat stalked me and I did want it to go away and bother someone else but it was persistent and eventually I accepted it into my life. Fat became my friend. Sometimes Fat would hide me from the people I didn't want to talk to and it surrounded me with comfort. It made me feel content and loved and helped me paper over the cracks. Fat brought its friends to see me. Guilt and Shame. They were infrequent visitors at first, sometimes popping in for a chat over a full fat latte and cream bun, but like Fat they moved in and became a part of the furniture. They're still living with me but I feel an eviction coming on...