Ever wonder what it’s like to be severely obese? I wrote his poem to Chris Powell as a reflection of how I felt. I included this with my letter to him.
In this Skin by Jenn Snell
(wrote when I was 346 pounds)
A glimpse into the past
Do I remember it still?
What I see is then, not now
As I look again….a stranger within
Don’t recognize the new skin
Reflections of my soul
In the glimmer of my eye
Makes it hard to say goodbye
It covers me-
All I see are reflections of me
Scratch it out so I can rest easy
Walk away, feel my skin
I’m covered up
All bondage from within
Extra skin out of place
Feel that hurt no saving grace
Hands cover me, takes a long time
Dull aches, heart breaks
Missing memories for Christ sake!
What the hell, nothing more to sell
No more lies
Focus on the face, step back, NO
Can’t work at that pace
Lies to my soul
As I put on more I see less
What? This is trip
The mirrors bigger
I can’t see, still all of me-
When? I, I didn’t see it begin
Breezed by me, crept up on me
Lies again
Focus on the face, step back to be erased
No can’t work at that pace
What will be my saving grace?
Bruising on the hips
Squish, can’t sit, don’t fit
Heart beats fast
Want to gasp
Simply crushed putting on the front
Always behind
As they look back
Red faced – “see” me in my place
Categorized “BIG” XXL only
Hide the tags, BOLDLY
Cater to what you cannot do
Under the sky so small compared
Up against my lover
Is he still there?
So much of me you see
So much of me you DON’T see
So little of me I give
Just wrapped up inside
All that’s dignified
In a shell casing
Not hard and firm
No love here
Yell- I can’t hear
So you see it’s not me
Somewhere lost within
Afraid to come out to begin
Hold out your hand
Don’t let go – I’m afraid
I have to stand tall
Up, head held high
Eyes glowing
As I say goodbye
To all of me, well most of me
Leaving the worst of me behind
Categorized “HAPPY” Large only
Cut the tags, BOLDLY
Cater to what I cannot do
BUT WILL SOON……..