Week of Love Poetry Day #4

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

( Translation by Rainer Maria Rilke )

Oh, Mentos...

I sincerely doubt that the woman on the left would be able to lift the woman on the right, but oh well. Loving the whimsical stylishness of the fatphobia of this one, too.

More over at SI: "Fat Girls as Useful Life Accessories".