I feel like I am enclosed in a cage.
Being strangled by hate and rage.
My lungs are screaming
And I have really been meaning
To inform you that I am not who I was.

Fat. Pig. Whale. Huge.
These are just a few,
Of the words young men throw at me.
Who is the woman they want me to be?
I am told to be myself
Yet if I don’t conform to the ideal image I am disgusting.

I feel like people can never see me.
I will always be the weight that lingers around my soul.
I am being choked and poked and pulled.
I CAN’T EVER BE WHO I WANT TO!

Why are you staring at me like that?
Is it because I’m fat.
Fat.
F-A-T.
Three letters- one meaning.
A word that is so rooted to my soul
that its burning a hole.

Light me on fire
Watch me burn-
Away those extra calories!
At least I would look thinner.
Maybe then you’ll see me.
Maybe not.