Masses
My fat body is a shield
A shield I’m not allowed
To use, a shield
Others insist
Can take abuse. My fat body
Shields you all from the truth—
That I am human, that I have a brain
And a heart, and courage
Just the same as you.
My fat body is not obtuse,
My fat body is not obstructed
Only your view
My fat body allows you
To warn yourself, to compare
To judge, to welcome and to smudge
My fat body is the elephant in the room
With ears larger than all of yours combined I am
Sensitive and intelligent and aware
Of all of your petty pride
I am sick to death, not of
The fat in my arteries, not from the
Diabetes I don’t have
Or my healthy blood pressure
But rather from
The funnel of hate and shame
Surrounding me, force feeding
Heightened awareness and anxiety
Until I am finally brave enough
To do something and yet
The amount of which I have already done
The size of my commitment
My lifetime sentence—
Is never, ever going to be commuted. I am
A lifer and the way
You all treat me
Makes it hard to see the ending
Alas there is no movement
Towards fat acceptance, there is no
Body positivity
There is no mental healthcare for fat bodies
There is nothing
Just more shame more restriction
More discipline and more anxiety
It never matters if a thin person
Gorges themselves on pity
Or fattens their mouth with shame
A fat face is a fat face
Any reason to hate
Any reason to distance
Is a-okay
Just make sure whatever you say
Doesn’t offend the masses
The way my mass does
Fat around your waist
WILL KILL YOU ANY MOMENT
JUST READ THE CLICKBAIT