So I found out last week that I have a new body part. Well, it’s not exactly new, it’s just that no one ever mentioned to me that I have a FUPA. And let me just pause a moment and be grateful to each and every one of you for that fact. Thank you.
So across my FB feed, comes the information that no only do I have a FUPA (Fat Upper Public Area), but that I should be doing something to get rid of it. WELL!
Here’s my answer: (Note: no pictures of FUPAs will be added to this post. You’re welcome).
Ode to My FUPA
You’ve been here all along, unnoticed and unnamed.
But now noticed, instead of welcoming joy,
they are reducing you to acronyms
like you are some thing separate from myself.
Cosmo has an article
Describing what exercises to do and food to eat
Explaining how to get rid of you,
as if I could take you off
like you were a shirt,
instead of something under my skin.
But you ARE a part of me,
and thus worthy of love.
to get rid of
You are mine.
You are me.
You are loved.