I Am a Fat Woman

Behold! It is I!

A fat woman!

See all my rolls,

My flabby arms,

My overlapping belly.

Yes, it's true:

I'm the scourge of humanity.

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How dare I go to public places

And feed my fat face

Like a cow gorging itself on grass?

Don't I know there are people there

Who don't want to see my fat ass?

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Fitness influencers,

Filters, yoga clothes, pinched fake grins.

Beautifully thin on the outside,

But abhorrently shallow within.

"You need to be healthy!" they opine,

Staring at my oversized thighs

Like I'm a disgusting blight to their holy sight.

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"Men don't like fat girls...

Men don't hit on fat women..."

God, I wish that was true.

Turns out, sexual predators

Are full of fucking rage,

And they attempt to assault us, too.

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You don't want us to be healthy...

You want us to be acceptable.

You want us to fit inside

The cramped confines

Of the boxes you've outlined.

How else will you know

Who is easily manipulated,

Who is useful to your purposes,

Who is the perfect decoration

To your delusional picket-fence dream?

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The societal standards of beauty

Is one big pipeline into an ocean

Of misogyny, racism, and pedophilia.

Why else would a man

Want a completely hairless,

Muscle-less,

Child-like Lolita who is barely legal?

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I don't fit in your boxes--

I crush your boxes with my big, fat ass.

I will treat your ego the same way

If you don't leave me be...

If you don't let me be me.

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I am a fat woman...

And I do not owe you weight loss.

I don't owe you a diet plan.

I don't owe you gym pics.

I don't owe you my latest blood work results.

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I am a fat woman...

And I do not owe you a chance

Just because the thinner women turned you down.

I don't deserve to be treated differently.

I deserve to be treated equally.