Losing 50 at 51

So I lost a bunch of weight
Because my knees were creaking
and at first I blamed the stairs

Then I ran into an old
We met by chance
at a contradance
A fiddle (out of tune)
An upright bass
A beat-up flute played by a beat-up flutist
Attempting to tempt us to our feet

“Are you all right?”
She was staring at my shadow-of-self
“Yup,” I answer, “and no, I don’t have

Used to be I had to put up
with relatives who wouldn’t shut up
about my girth
Now my rebirth begs the question,
“Why are you so skinny?”

Thin, fat, or in between
I am the Crone Queen
And they can bite my skinny ass