Entry 2

Fewf! Getting these pictures set up.

The second book I chose to infiltrate (makes it sound illegal) was this gem.

 Thank you, Bob, for teaching us how to be skinny.
I should mention that I put away this book, which means somebody had signed it out and just returned it. Now, I'm sure the intentions of this book are well, and the contents relevant, but the whole thing just seems...condescending. This probably goes along with the "...for Dummies" idea that went rampant at one point. I dunno. My first impression of this book wasn't a very good one. I just felt...pity for whoever signed out this book. I can just imagine what sort of person might be signing out this book--and why. And it made me sad.
The first thing I did when I opened it up was grab one of my sticky notes and write the last part of the below poem. That is, "I'll still love you no matter what." Because that's a theme that's probably missing from a lot of these self-help books, especially one like this.
It's hard to articulate my exact feelings about it. Too bad I didn't have some sort of--oh wait! I wrote a poem!
 (I'm sorry for the orientation of these pictures. I tried to set it up as neatly as entry 1. But Blogger is a nightmare and hates me and straight-up deletes my photos if I try to reorient them. Sigh.)

 I call this poem "The Skinny Rules"

We throw around adjectives like baseballs

Fat

Fatter

Fattest

3 strikes,
you're out

I'll still love
you
no matter what

I specifically chose the places to put the parts of the poem. I tried to match the subtitles with each section of the poem. Had I spent more time on it, I think I could have found more appropriate subtitles, as it were. Even though it was the inspiration behind the entire poem, I think the last stanza is a bit flat as well. With more time (and had I not been on shift at the time), I may have revised it.
I imagine the poem matches the person signing out this book. I hope they find a bit of warmth in my poem somehow--even if it is admittedly sorrowful, I suppose. I'm sure whatever brought them to sign out Bob's skinny book has something to do with what the poem conveys. And I therefore hope the last bit comforts them.
Or maybe it just brings them down further. Hopefully not. Yipes.

"The Skinny Tools?" Oh, I can't believe this book.

Take a poem, leave a poem.