In Search of My Waistline

Waistline ...
Where have you gone?
You used to sit so snug above my hips
clearly deliniating the bottom half from the top.
You were the place I wore my belt.
When extra pounds were added
they flocked to my existing curves
and left you unscathed.
When other parts let me down
you were always true.

But this past year
you seemed to have disappeared.
MIA
When I don my favourite belt
I am left to guess the approximate
spot you used to be.
Mock waist.
The landscape has changed.
The hourglass has given way to a cylinder.
My body profile triggers pregnancy flashbacks!
Flat backside and lots of stuff out front.
It's comical really ...
I think an alien abducted my former body or
at least my waistline.

So here I am - in search of  you.
I won't find you on milk cartons
or in closets.
But I may find you at the gym.
So I'm going to keep showing up
on my lunch hours
And maybe - just maybe
You'll reappear.

I miss you!