A is for the anexoria I’ve endured so that I could be as thin as you expected me to be. B is for the bulimia I suffered so that I was good enough. And I suffered through the big C – skin, that is – so that we could go to the beach every time you wanted to go. But D came between us when you decided that you wanted a divorce so that you could pursue E – the nubile Eileen – followed by your F, the blonde Francie with the G-spot and those breasts. That’s H for hooters.
J is for the johns I had to hire during the rough patches when I couldn’t make ends meet, slinking in and out of rooms in that state – K for Kentucky, feeling like a loser with a big fat L. But finally I met my savoir – M for Montgomery, who took me to N for New York, O for Ohio, and P for Pennsylvania. But Q is for the inner quest that I had to seek to realize that I wanted another life …
R is for my rebellion against the two men, one who left and the other I left, so that I could life – S to save myself, T for the tenacity when I finally lived on my own. U is how these men, and my family and friends, underestimated me, and V is for the victory I finally achieved – X for extinguishing my foes, Y for yearning to have a better life, and Z – for reaching the end of my story.
Until the end of my story, there was no I. But now there is, and I stand on my own.
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