My stomach

As I am
in the locker
room
I look down
at my stomach.
Damn thing.
Its like a donut.
My period is coming
and it is ready
to explode.
I get into
my dance
outfit.
Oh, crap.
I think.
that does not
look good.
I look down
the isle
at the woman
with the stomach
that actually rolls
in.
Flat as a board.
Your stomach is
so flat , I say.
How did you
get it that way?
I know,
it looks good
right? she responds.
I eat 1 apple
everyday.
I do too, I say.
Oh no,
that's all I eat..
just one apple.
she says.
How old are
you , I ask?
I am 31,
she says and smiles.
How old are you?
she asks.
I am 43.
I feel awkward
and fat.
See you in dance
class she says.
Yes, see you.
crap!! 
One Apple.
That sounds
hard.
I look down
at my muffin
top.
The girl brushes
by me and says
if you need me to
help you lose , 30
pounds, let me know.
she walks by.
30 pounds?
OMG
Do I need to lose
30 pounds?
My trainer keeps
saying 5pounds.
I get to dance
class and
we have the
trainer that
is so hard.
It will be a bad day.
I work out and
dance for 3 hours.
I feel like I
might die.
The trainer
comes up to
me and says
Hey, get to
the front of
the class for
a dance off.
Crap.. That
means I have
to dance with
someone upfront
and the class picks
the winner.
The trainer
picks , little miss
I just eat a apple
a day to compete
against me.
We flip a coin
on the music..
I win.
I pick something
different..
I pick
Michael Buble
Baby you got what it
takes.
I let her start.
Because I know
that I will win.
She starts.
spinning,
and turning.
very good.
But one thing
Miss Apple
does not have.
She does not have
my attitude.
I wait.
I wait.
Then I
go.
Strut, strut, strut
and spin and Kick
and wiggle and spin.
As I spin,
as I kick and push
my hip out,
I know one thing.
I will win.
And I do.
Why?
Its not about
my stomach.
Its about my heart.
And I have 4
of them.