"You're really pretty, for a fat girl"
Where to even begin...
The crazy thing is
They get mad when we don't say thank you
They look at us like
"Where's your gratitude?"
Like, "I'm probably the only one
Who's ever said something so kind to you."
I'm leaving the rhyme scheme
Out of it.
This is personal.
You're pretty...
For a fat girl.
As soon as we start to bloom
As soon as we start to feel warm inside
As soon as we start to believe we actually are,
They cut us down
Push us back in the cold
And kill all of our confidence
Why the backhanded compliment?
Why the extra comment?
Why the clarification?
It's like men complimenting men
And then adding
"No homo"
Why can't we just be kind
To be kind?
I work to dress nice
I spent hours on my makeup
Why don't I deserve
The compliment?
Have I not earned it?
Or is it that you're too ashamed
Too embarrassed
To be seen complimenting
A fat girl?
Is "for a fat girl"
Your way of declaring
That you'd never stoop this low?
That you'd never degrade your image
By dating a fat girl
By sleeping with a fat girl?
Or are you too
Brainwashed
By society?
Brainwashed to not see
That fat girls can actually be pretty too.
Because people always look astonished.
When we look beautiful
They stop and stare
With their jaws on the floor
Their truth speaks: "You're really pretty"
Then reality sets in: "for a fat girl"
Is it that big girls have
A pretty line to reach
That limits us just to
"Pretty"
While above us
Skinny girls get
"Sexy, stunning, hot"
Which we can never reach?
Am I considered a different category
Because of my weight?
Never realized
Society's image of beauty
Came with a weight class.
The inconceivable notion
That being fat and being pretty
Not existing in our world
Is... ignorant
Immature
Inconsiderate.
We do exist
You are just blind
Blinded by movies
Blinded by music
Blinded by magazines
Blinded by the internet
Blinded by yourself
Open your eyes.
We are not
"Pretty... for a fat girl"
We are pretty.
We are hot.
We are sexy.
We are beautiful!
And it's okay to admit that.
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Plus Size Prisoner of Society
PoésieThis is a collection of poems from a fat girl's diary. Come spend a day in my shoes... or should I say curves?
