A course of love.......................................................................................................................................................................................................

Anxiety....a word that most of us are familiar with.....somewhere this word is taken as a joke....and somewhere its a reason for someone to end their lives....most of us go through it but keep it inside due to the fear of been made fun of, laughed at... this poem speaks for many hearts......

A poem that speaks for every single person who has gone through fat shaming....it takes a lot of courage to love every inch of you and this is a little reminder on how the society treats people differently because of there size and body they live in........

Peter Morton woke with a start to face the first light. Rain tapped against the glass. It was January the fifth. He looked across a table on which a night-light had guttered into a pool of water, at the other bed. Francis Morton was still asleep, and Peter lay down again with his eyes on his brother. It amused him to imagine it was himself whom he watched, the same hair, the same eyes, the same lips and line of cheek. But the thought palled, and the mind went back to the fact which lent the day importance. It was the fifth of January. He could hardly believe a year had passed since Mrs Henne-Falcon had given her last children's party.......