Juxtapositioning

Two hundred plus pounds never looked so good or so beautiful; you had gorgeous curves.  You dieted, shed some self-consciousness, and got a boyfriend though your virginity was never in question (your “list” was longer than mine, actually, and yes, you kept track of every encounter, preserving them proudly on paper).  Still, I felt naked when you tried to hide your bulk behind me sometimes.  I wasn’t ready for your spotlight.  But of all the people who crowded into that year, you are the one I’d most like to find.  See, I think there’s a good chance you’re not alive.