I stand in front of my reflection, on the side
I pretend that I can't see my big thighs
No, there isn't a dome of skin!
I'm just big ***** I'm sure that's not a sin...
People whisper about me behind my back
Saying that I'm overweight, ugly, FAT.
Their words jab at me, eyes piercing through my skin
Why does society favour those who are thin?
I wear baggy tops, to cover my shame
Stare at magazines with skinny girls who get all the fame
Skinny limbs, like twigs, that you could snap
With just one touch, and a stomach that's flat.
Full lips, Round hips and big eyes
Slender necks and gaps between thighs
Smiles that curve upwards in a half moon sign
Bright white teeth. At least, brighter than mine.
A body that's an expectation in today's society
And if you don't have it, you're lower in the hierarchy
I say I love myself, but it's all a lie
"Oh my God, if I looked like them I think I'd die!"
For breakfast i'll have nothing at all
If I keep this up, by next week I'll be small
At Lunch time i'll have left overs from before
I can't help myself craving more
For Dinner i'll have a bite of tea
then it's off to the toilet to regurgitate with glee
I convince myself that this is what I want
To be puking my way up to the very top
I'll lift up my arms to show everyone and sing!
At how tiny my waist is, and how I look bare thin.
And how utterly ridiculous this all is.
I don't judge a book by how many pages
The thicker the better, and the longer it wages
So why can't I be loved for my perks?
Last time I checked I wasn't a pretentious ****
So what if my smile doesn't face up the whole way
Why should I care about what you say?
My freckles are ugly, my face is spotty
I couldn't care less if my whole body was dotty
My hips aren't small, my waist is tall
Why does this fact make you so appalled?
There is no gap between my thighs
You wouldn't look, so don't even try
Makeup is a choice, it's not forced down your throat
People treat it like a religion, some cure, a new hope
Paint won't make you look any prettier, honey
It gives you self-esteem, that's good, but stop wasting your money
My arms are hairy, my fingers are wide
I don't judge a personality based on a size
I DON'T CONFORM TO SOCIETIES RULES!
If I didn't mean that, then why would I say it at all?
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
I stand in front of my reflection, on the side
I pretend that I can't see my big thighs
No, there isn't a dome of skin!
I'm just big ***** I'm sure that's not a sin...
People whisper about me behind my back
Saying that I'm overweight, ugly, FAT.
Their words jab at me, eyes piercing through my skin
Why does society favour those who are thin?
I wear baggy tops, to cover my shame
Stare at magazines with skinny girls who get all the fame
Skinny limbs, like twigs, that you could snap
With just one touch, and a stomach that's flat.
Full lips, Round hips and big eyes
Slender necks and gaps between thighs
Smiles that curve upwards in a half moon sign
Bright white teeth. At least, brighter than mine.
A body that's an expectation in today's society
And if you don't have it, you're lower in the hierarchy
I say I love myself, but it's all a lie
"Oh my God, if I looked like them I think I'd die!"
For breakfast i'll have nothing at all
If I keep this up, by next week I'll be small
At Lunch time i'll have left overs from before
I can't help myself craving more
For Dinner i'll have a bite of tea
then it's off to the toilet to regurgitate with glee
I convince myself that this is what I want
To be puking my way up to the very top
I'll lift up my arms to show everyone and sing!
At how tiny my waist is, and how I look bare thin.
And how utterly ridiculous this all is.
I don't judge a book by how many pages
The thicker the better, and the longer it wages
So why can't I be loved for my perks?
Last time I checked I wasn't a pretentious ****
So what if my smile doesn't face up the whole way
Why should I care about what you say?
My freckles are ugly, my face is spotty
I couldn't care less if my whole body was dotty
My hips aren't small, my waist is tall
Why does this fact make you so appalled?
There is no gap between my thighs
You wouldn't look, so don't even try
Makeup is a choice, it's not forced down your throat
People treat it like a religion, some cure, a new hope
Paint won't make you look any prettier, honey
It gives you self-esteem, that's good, but stop wasting your money
My arms are hairy, my fingers are wide
I don't judge a personality based on a size
I DON'T CONFORM TO SOCIETIES RULES!
If I didn't mean that, then why would I say it at all?
NOTE: This isn't an encouragement. If you need to talk to someone about your weight, eating disorders or your self-esteem, please talk to a medical professional and the people who can support you. IT WILL GET BETTER :)