This is a Letter to my Cellulite
Cellulite, things have to change. Before you were easy to forget, hiding back there hitching a ride on my thighs. For years, I let you hang with me, feel privileged, but now I am done with you. YOU have aged me. YOU make me look older. I have a YOUNG face but OLD thighs.
I can’t even remember when you and I first got together. You pretty much snaked your way into my life. I know your cousin “stretch marks” first came into my life when I was 10. I wasn’t even fat. I was the shortest and smallest kid in my class. When did YOU start poking around? Must have been high school during sophomore year.
Running to win. Running from cellulite. Just running.
