I sit alone again today, counting the grass, looking up

to the sun in solitude and breathing the afternoon air.

This lone tree in the park has become my sanctuary,

my closet outside my home that hides me from the world

and allows me to be myself, hiding me from the mean lookers,

the critics, and the diet counselors that pass their judgments

and critiques on me and my body. In my sanctuary,

I happily unwrap my hamburgers, fries, and apple pies,

unembarrassed, unashamed, and guilt-free.

I gladly indulge myself in the joy and ecstasy once more

before I would again go out into the world where people

joyfully and meanly call me in my face fatso, big glob,

and many other names that I am ashamed to say.