In Korea, they call overweight girls

unscratched lottery tickets.

Because who knows—

They might turn out pretty.


Apparently, flesh is a shell,

A suit to be climbed out of.


Sometimes, flesh is a hell.


So does the woman win the lottery,

Or the man that marries her?

Does the mirror give the verdict

Or the husband?


I would rather remain an unscratched ticket,

Refuse to let a nickel scrape me to my fate.

I would rather every girl remain unscratched,

Defying the odds, wrecking the lottery.