The things I see when I look at me
Do I see confidence? You tell me
Do I see beauty? You tell me
I’m not thin should I be ?
To conform to the ideal beauty that you need?
Shall I deprive myself of love because I’m me?
My ******* are large and so is my waist
My body is tired yet in place
Ask me what you want to know
I shall tell you
Is it attractive to let your ribs show?
To starve yourself for so called perfection?
Or to force yourself into a misperception
Is beauty worn on the outside? Or does it come from within
Would you love someone less because they are not thin?
You tell me
What about empathy and compassion for others needs?
Would I infect you with all of my fat if I touched you?
Perhaps its my kindness that should procreate
Because nobody wants someone with extra weight
Isn’t that true you say it everyday
In your stares and the you lack to pursue
I’m worthy to love
I don’t have sticks and bones
Fullness with curves that kiss my hips
A stomach that may have had some kids
Ask me I shall tell
I don’t hold my tongue and let you decide
When I look into the mirror my head is held high
I see bright eyes that glance back at me
What do they see?
They see ME