Instinctive Predatory Bullshit

Fatphobia be out there

Swinging and smacking me in the face

All day every day on the reg

Each time I try to do anything or talk to anyone or

Be somebody doing something,

Beating me down, constantly reminding me

Of the reasons why I am simply

Too much– and not enough

All while demanding

Why it is

That I’m hitting myself

Like I’m forever stuck in the same web

Of childish, spiteful, simplistic

Instinctive predatory bullshit

And then I remember that there is such a thing as

Trauma, and that this might be what it’s like

To suffer from it.