Obesity is a soft curse—
the kind you feed yourself.
Quiet. Easy. Seductive.
Nothing hurts.
Nothing breaks.
Not at first.
Just long-term environmental changes.
A slow preparation
for an apocalypse.
A banquet of gentle death.
The soft, excessive fat
can glue itself inside your veins—
toppings, until occlusion.
No blood.
No food.
No breath for the cells.
Death.
And it can happen anywhere.
❤︎ Myocardial infarction.
—Fancy words for the heart.
❤︎ Ischemic stroke.
—Fancy words for the brain.
The more body mass,
the more blood your heart must pump.
The higher the pressure
Running against your delicate glassy vessels.
Boom.
A red flower blooms in your brain.
Just a little hemorrhage.
Just a few brain cells gone.
Maybe now
you can’t walk.
But don’t worry—
obesity isn’t “that serious.”
It only takes,
maybe three…
four years
to gently walk you to doom.
You still have time
to take a different path. ( •͈ᴗ-)ᓂ-✧
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