A Father's Influence
Trailing behind the bunch was Her. One whose equilibrium is so far forward, she trips on
her own breath. Her head was hanging low in self-pity, luckily, her rollie backpack was
acting as the gravitational pull, keeping her pudgy feet pan-caked to the ground. She
teetered like the original drinking bird, looked just like her too: well just her swollen
fat ass. She was wearing a Disney sweatshirt. Really! Why do “they” always wear Disney?
Are they the only company selling quadruple large? The irony is truly magnificent. Here:
she is the ugly duckling, the evil stepsister, the turtle that never won the race, the fat
engine that never made it up the hill. There: She was given the glass slipper, saved by
her Knight in shining armor, given the kiss to remove the curse. She is a Disney Princess.
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