{"id":31841,"date":"2017-08-05T09:41:08","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T13:41:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=31841"},"modified":"2017-08-05T09:41:37","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T13:41:37","slug":"stretch-marks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/stretch-marks\/","title":{"rendered":"Stretch Marks:"},"content":{"rendered":"

there to remind you that tanktops<\/span><\/p>\n

are for layering and second helpings<\/span><\/p>\n

are for skinny girls and not everyone has<\/span><\/p>\n

room to grow. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and That Thing your stepfather said two<\/span><\/p>\n

years ago still echoes in your mind every<\/span><\/p>\n

time hunger curls in the bottom of your<\/span><\/p>\n

stomach like a snake coiling around its prey,<\/span><\/p>\n

waiting for you to give in, for your friends<\/span><\/p>\n

to put the food in front of you because they<\/span><\/p>\n

noticed you haven\u2019t been packing lunches<\/span><\/p>\n

lately, for the cool water slipping<\/span><\/p>\n

down your throat like an animal<\/span><\/p>\n

into the empty night to stop <\/span><\/p>\n

filling you. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

when you were four years old you<\/span><\/p>\n

would dance around the room naked<\/span><\/p>\n

at bathtime, delight in the smoothness<\/span><\/p>\n

of your skin, the air embracing every<\/span><\/p>\n

part of you. \u00a0your grandparents thought<\/span><\/p>\n

it was adorable. growing pains meant you <\/span><\/p>\n

were getting stronger and <\/span><\/p>\n

you ran your fingers absentmindedly<\/span><\/p>\n

over your stomach that stuck out<\/span><\/p>\n

like a toddler\u2019s tongue. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

now you undress quickly without <\/span><\/p>\n

glancing in the mirror, refuse to count<\/span><\/p>\n

calories like your mother does because <\/span><\/p>\n

if you start now you\u2019ll never stop. \u00a0your<\/span><\/p>\n

grandfather refers to your mother, who is<\/span><\/p>\n

two pant sizes smaller than you, as <\/span><\/p>\n

not a skinny woman <\/span><\/i>and you take those words<\/span><\/p>\n

onto the scale with you. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

there to remind you that tanktops are for layering and second helpings are for skinny girls and not everyone has room to grow. \u00a0   and That Thing your stepfather said two years ago still echoes in your mind every time hunger curls in the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1091,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31841","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31841","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1091"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31841"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31841\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31856,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31841\/revisions\/31856"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31841"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31841"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31841"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}