Women in my family are thin to the death,
And, may I add, crazy as hell.
Cleaning freaks who have yelled
"Put your damn dishes in the damn dishwasher!"
Women who love with a ferocity uncommon.
Women who worship gay men for their fabulousness.

And,
Above all,
We have high cholesteral.

The Pestolesi curse
Carries several consequences:
Nice legs, a large bust, mild insanity, and fatty rating of 200 plus.

My grandmother
Weighs approximately 90 pounds
With cholesteral through the roof.
She lives off a slice of toast and light fruit,
For an entire day's meal,
Along with a smattering of psychosis,
Yet the number hovers just below heart-attack levels.

I have been blessed
With so much from my family
But genetics are a curse no one can shake off.

04/07/2005