When we first met you were still so thin. But I could see it within you; your need to let go and grow. You tried to keep it hidden, bury it deep inside. You knew if you even dipped a toe in the idea, you would be unable to stop.
Yet when you drink or smoke, it breaks through. When your mind softens and the self imposed barriers fall away, there you are - the real you.
The real you with a mouth full of food, a belly swollen with snacks and drinks. A heavy distended tummy poking out over your unbuttoned shorts. Your shirt desperately trying to hold on and not roll up to show your true desire.
You stumble home, cradling your belly. All you want is more. You flop on the bed, desperate to remove the confining fabric and admire yourself. Off it goes. The restriction lifts. Ecstasy as you rub your belly and reach between your thighs. More is the thought that consumes you.
I saw through you the first time we met.
Now, after hundreds of hazy binges, you dwarf that tiny figure you once had. No more shame or resistance as you stuff your face and edge yourself for hours until you can barely breathe.
I love that we finally found your true self and set you free.