Words.

Not Everybody

I am fat.

Yeah you heard me, I'm fat.

But let's stop calling me that.

Because I have name with a story behind it and I make poetry that doesn't rhyme but-

Somehow my weight and the things that jiggle are what make me, me right?

You assume that I cannot fight and you assume that I'm too wide to take flight but if I can't do either, why'd they call it 'fight or flight'?

I've got a face that isn't molded around the shape of my body and I've got a smile that barely shows when you open your mouth to speak and I'm not the fat little girl who use to think of herself as weak.

There are flames behind my eyes and even though my hands are bound with Jenny Craig's new slim fit cable ties, my eyes can speak and they can see the lies.

We've come a long long way into the acceptance of our own bodies, but it's the people like you that make us dig our own graves full of gravy and ice cream. So much so that my family cannot hear my screams.

So many people have come to terms with equality.

We know our similarities and we forget about our differences.

We've learned that everybody poops but not everyone's a piece of shit like you.