Thunder Thighs

I am fat.              
Though you may feel the need to remind me,
Be confident in the fact that I know.

Also know that all of my lovers knew as well,
If you have eyes, or hands that can wrap around me,
It is pretty plain to see.

When you call me fat,
I’ll try not to take offence to it, but,
please don’t take offence to me pretending it’s the first time I’ve ever heard it said.
Like oooooh! Sick burn! Let me apply cold water to that.

Your negativity will never coincide with how I see me.
Nor will it change anything,
Just like me calling you a twit will not change you into someone with a brain.

I may be fat,
but that does not make me any less glorious,
any less sexy,
any less human than you.

In fact, it gives me more empathy,
teaches me that looks don’t matter,
and motivates me to treat people with respect,
More respect than many choose to give me.
All because I am fat.

Being fat has never stopped me from
Being a good person
a daughter,
a sister,
a lover,
or a friend.

It should not hinder me from finding a lover,
that smart girl, kind, and gentle,
or the sweet neighbor man who always asks how I’ve been.

For years I was insecure,
Didn’t want to look at myself in a mirror,
I abused myself.
Wished I could change every part of me.
Wanting prominent collarbones,
a sleeker shadow,
Seeking larger breasts, smaller thighs, a bigger nose, and bluer eyes,

But you see,
I am fat.
Getting older makes you realise,
Fat or not,
The only person who can hold you up,
Is yourself