Date of Entry: 7.21.23
This is not to brag
It's not even a toast
It's a letter to myself
Cause she's been through the mostTo the girl who feels awkward
Or ugly in her skin
To the girl who doesn't believe
That "Beauty lies within"To the girl who doesn't trust
That this look is just a phase
To the girl who thinks the loneliness
Is the only thing that staysTo the girl who lives in anger
Mad at the world, with rage
To the girl who feels society
Has locked her in a cageThe loneliness? It leaves
And the cage? Up to you
But the key's in your possession
Honestly, it's trueYou decide how you look
You decide how you talk
You decide what others see
From how you dress to how you walkYou can strut in confidence
Or scurry like you're meek
People will accept you
With each passing day, each weekThe love you show others
You have to show yourself
Embrace each curve and roll
Embrace the pain that you have feltEach scar marks your journey
Each insult builds your strength
Knowing that a bully
Will always go to great lengthsTo tear you down from the inside
You don't show it at first
But when you're in your room
That's when you show how much it hurtYou listen to your music
Telling yourself it isn't true
"No I'm not ugly"
But in your heart you knew"Pretty" wasn't a word
The public would ever use
Their words would beat you
Leaving invisible black and bluesBruises that ache
In the middle of the night
Trauma that you
Held on to so tightYou carried them
In every conversation that you had
You'd smile and make some jokes
So they wouldn't see you sadThe fat one of the group's
Gotta be good for something
Your brains or your jokes,
But let me tell you one thingYou don't have to always show
How independent you are
You don't have to bottle your feelings
And keep them in a jarYou don't have to eat "just one"
If you're hungry for more
Know no one's looking at you
Not now, not even beforeThat anxiety you felt
Was built up over time
But you made it through the hard part
So I could be just fineYes I'm the adult and
You're the child
Yet I wouldn't have made it far
Not an inch or a mileIf it wasn't for you
Choosing to wake up everyday
If it wasn't for you
Ignoring what others had to sayTo the twelve year old
Who chose to hold her head up high
To the girl who chose to
Never listen to the liesThe one who didn't let the darkness
Swallow her up whole
You don't understand
How much you play a roleYour my backbone when I'm nervous
And want to run away
You give me the strength
To say what I have to sayYou remind me that we've come too far
To turn back and go home
You remind me I'm a bad bitch
Even when I'm standing aloneWhen I look in the mirror
It's you I see, I do
But it's not the little fat girl
It's the hero I see in youI hope that I've grown into
A woman you're proud to be
I hope I did you right
I hope I did right by me
YOU ARE READING
Plus Size Prisoner of Society
PuisiThis is a collection of poems from a fat girl's diary. Come spend a day in my shoes... or should I say curves?