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It’s been a while since they called me rotund.
Happy go lucky, podgy, and round.
My sister & I, indulging in pizzas.
Paunchy delights, our mona lisas.
With growth and a stretch, the plumpness subsides.
Never, however, the food on my mind.
Where I come from love is doled as nutrition.
Slow cooked hugs, portly provisions.
For us — chub is wealth! Showing you’re stable.
Healthy, rich; chunky and able.
It’s in my blood, wild juicy indulgence.
Oh how I miss such carefree abundance.
