This is Sad fat.
It sleeps in late, then
slumps and mopes around
my body all day.

Here is Angry fat;
it shudders and rages
like an unreasonable
child.

Fearful fat
cowers and hides
under the skin – see?
right there.

Stubborn fat
crosses its arms,
refuses to budge.
“I'm not going anywhere!”

And this, in Sunday best,
is pampered, glorious,
unfettered, gloating Happy fat.
Down the road we go.