I remember when I told you I was fat and
you told me to shut up- that I was beautiful.
I got so so angry and even though you thought it was because I hated the compliments,
I was actually confused why I couldn’t be both.
Because the most beautiful girl I have ever seen
Didn’t weigh a pound under two hundred. But her eyes
told stories richer than Belgium chocolate and
her deepest dimples, may have been those at the bottom of her spine
but her veins contained more love than all the water in the Mariana Trench.
So I’m pretty ******* angry at all the tabloids
that proclaim how to loose the extra fat, or the latest celebrity diet.
And I’m sick of “less is more”
because even though my thighs grow thick and embody the roundness of a peach
I hold more truth than the salt count of the Dead Sea
and my words weave stories that put Persian carpets to shame.
so the next time you want to make love to me
with the lights off
I’ll tell you to just **** me with the lights on. Loose the ignorance
because I will not be bullied into loosing the weight.
Have the courage to find the beauty in my stretch marks
and revel in the softness of my stomach
and I won’t be shamed into saying a smaller pant size
because I sure as hell know
that that **** piece of cake will taste better than skinny feels.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
I remember when I told you I was fat and
you told me to shut up- that I was beautiful.
I got so so angry and even though you thought it was because I hated the compliments,
I was actually confused why I couldn’t be both.
Because the most beautiful girl I have ever seen
Didn’t weigh a pound under two hundred. But her eyes
told stories richer than Belgium chocolate and
her deepest dimples, may have been those at the bottom of her spine
but her veins contained more love than all the water in the Mariana Trench.
So I’m pretty ******* angry at all the tabloids
that proclaim how to loose the extra fat, or the latest celebrity diet.
And I’m sick of “less is more”
because even though my thighs grow thick and embody the roundness of a peach
I hold more truth than the salt count of the Dead Sea
and my words weave stories that put Persian carpets to shame.
so the next time you want to make love to me
with the lights off
I’ll tell you to just **** me with the lights on. Loose the ignorance
because I will not be bullied into loosing the weight.
Have the courage to find the beauty in my stretch marks
and revel in the softness of my stomach
and I won’t be shamed into saying a smaller pant size
because I sure as hell know
that that **** piece of cake will taste better than skinny feels.