such a disgusting word
playing in your ears like a scratched record: over and over and over.
'she's too fat, i cannot love her'
did i ever tell you, that i am incapable of loving myself?
'she is too fat, who will marry her?'
marriage is not the sole reason i exist, you know.
'if only she were slim, she would be beautiful'
and who are you to validate me?
i am not immobile, i am not a case, i am not an item for you to judge.
you do not define me, your opinions do not matter, your words are useless,
please mind your damn business
I may be fat, but it does not define me.
it's either you enjoy my curves, or you look away.

YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poezjai like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii