There is a body part I do not prize
and that is the lumpy size of my thighs!
For while getting older makes one wise,
it spreads the body to a larger size.
My thighs always won the humor prize,
with varicose veins as fat as French fries.
And no matter how many stair steps I try
they look like lumps of lard, no lie!
Age makes one laugh when once I cried;
Now I just look, hide them and sigh.
I sure hope that when I die
God has planned a thigh surprise
for it would give me a total high
to have thighs that are a perfect size!
I have Lidedema, a condition that causes arms, hips and legs to collect diseased fat. One the fat is deposited the only “cure” is liposuction. Dieting will not reduce or eradicate this process. Little is known about the condition although research is ongoing. There are 4 stages and 5 types. The vast majority of healthcare providers know little about it outside of lymphedema centers and a few progressive physicians. I guarantee you know someone with this condition who suffers silently with many other health problems, as it is really a syndrome. While I chose in this poem to find humor in it, it is one of the chronic distressful situations that underpin my Borderline Personality Disorder. For more information, see Lipedema.org or fatdisorders.org