FAT CHANCE

HURT

You always read about it in the papers. It’s always in a town not too far away from you, to a girl who could be you. And you never think it’s gonna happen. Because you say “I love myself. I’m content”. (Beat.) You hear about it on the news, happening to some young girl your age. But you say “That’s not gonna happen to me. I love myself. I’m content.”(Beat.) You see it happening in your world to people around you. You see them wither away into dust piles that don’t go when the wind blows. And you say “This is a lie. This is not real. That’s never gonna be me. I love myself. I’m content.”(Beat.) But then you look in the mirror, and what do you see?

                                                           

ADDICTION

Fat.

                                                                        POWER

Blubber.

                                                                        SACRIFICE

Monster.

                                                                        HURT

Animal. (Beat.)Ugliness, Spilling out of you like a waterfall and you can’t help but think “How can anyone love me?” And you try to wash yourself in tears and hope it all goes to hell on its way down the kitchen sink. But it don’t. It stays; it clings to your body like a parasite. And you’re hurting. (Beat.) Your hurting me…(Pause.) “I love myself. I’m content”… I’m hurting.