I do not stand here alone - my fat body often the topic of choice for strangers, onlookers, as if I am a circus-run show. This is often how it is for most of us. We are oogled, discussed as if a diagnosis. Thought to be bitches, unmotivated, gross... isn't there anything better they can do with their time? I am so incredibly tired of the mistreatment. Why should I have to fight so hard to be accepted as a human? Fat ambition is just as powerful, fat bodies are just as sexy and glorious, and FAT people will show you that it doesn't matter how often you attempt to tear us down, we will come out victorious.

My skin will always

Illuminate my scars

Self-inflicted

Mutilated

By years of razor-lined

Bullies.

My body will always be a condition

Not a glorious grand piano

Not the standard,

But a condition.

Closed up

Behind walls

Of stereotypes

Self-doubt

And Loathing.

My fatness

Yes,

Fat-ness

Will always be regarded as

Disgusting

Ugly

Unmotivated

Unethical

Pointless

Cretins of hell.

I will always

Be stared at

As if an amalgam.

This meat suit

Lining feathers amungst needles.

Carelessness so easily tossed aside

When truth is harder to believe

If it comes

In size Fat.

My body

An unbridled temple

Gloriously luscious

Supple waves

Curtains and cascades.

Ribbons of cocoa

Line my thighs

And dance to simplicity.

Skin waters dew

Illuminating

When thought to grow depended caverns.

Strawberry-stuffed heart

Of thorns

Brought down

Dough and nut.

Fact.

No.

Fat.

Confidence exuding

Branded along

Rigged lined skin

To prove a point

To exist.

Stand taller

Then what they expect.

Speak louder

So they can hear.

Breathe deeper

To remind your lungs

That you

Are worth the air.

More than the tightened ropes

They wrapped around your throat;

More than the disgust

Distaste

Morbidity.

Fatness

Glorified

Sunsoaked ridges

Do nothing but shine

In the darkness.

We will not change. We will not falter. We will stand taller and show all of you how truly wrong you have been - one sexy, fat body at a time. Oh, and if you take it upon yourself to open your lips to convey how disgusting you think we are, we simply pose this... what is it about yourself that you hate so much for you to act so rudely? When you can answer that, perhaps we will have a better conversation.