#fatphobia
Just a jab, and then you grow smaller.
Grow smaller, your smallness starts to take up so much space around you
Just a jab, and then you start to feel better.
Feeling better, where? In my ego? My joints? My gut?
Just a jab, and your problems get solved.
My problems, not the system, not our collective mindset, not those we minimize, just me.
Just a jab, and another and another and another…..forever?
Forever will I have everyone's praise? Fit the world around me? Fit into clothes I want to have? Fit into the personality the world demands of me?
Every commercial is another jab.
Each unique face I cherish that begins to match countless others, another jab.
Again and again chairs that are too small, another jab.
The love of flying, blocked by the literal and social cost I must pay, another jab.
Not just a single jab, but all of those that come before it, elevating the potency of every dose.
Stuck in a ring that I can’t get out of.
No one foe, but yet a barrage of blows.
No ref in sight. An occasional cornerman to pull me up and push me back toward the crowd of recklessly swinging videos, faces, billboards, and celebrations of shrinking.
I block the best I can and avoid the direct hits.
Show the others that these blows can’t down me, not yet.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:41 PM UTC
Watch what you eat
Watch what you weigh
Watch how much sugar you drink
Watch how many carbs you put into your body
Work harder to lose weight
Work harder to move more and eat less
Work more so that you can fit into flattering clothes
Work more so that you can fit into society's vision of beauty and worth
Eat less junk and lift more weights
Eat less empty calories and do more cardio
Eat less portions and push your body to its limits
Eat less and let your legs, arms, and face shrink into a person you haven’t seen before
Lie to yourself more, you are only doing this for your health
Lie to yourself so that you can forget the gnawing feeling in your stomach
Lie to yourself to motivate your body through another mile on sore knees
Lie to yourself to believe that a few few more pounds will finally make you feel comfortable inside your skin
Be afraid of what they will say to your face when you walk into a public space
Be afraid of what others think when they see tight clothes on a big body
Be afraid of what cruel jokes people will make when they use you as the easy target
Be afraid of what horrible death awaits you if you don’t start to take care of yourself
Let them take control over you
Let them take control over your happiness
Let them take control over your wants, dreams, and passions
Let them take control over who you are
OR
Start to believe you are more than the thoughts of others
Start to believe that your body and being are so beautiful
Start to believe that you are so deserving of love, joy, and compassion
Start to believe that you are so human, in ways that are inexplicable.
Eat to take joy in the **** blueberries, squishy melons, savory cheeses, and filing breads
Eat to keep your body going, to power your constant effort to persist in this grating world
Eat to experience more of the world, learn about others through the foods they cherish
Eat to eat! No matter the reason…
Swear to yourself to take time everyday to appreciate your body
Swear to work harder to love yourself for who you are and everything that makes up your being
Swear to lessen the pressure you put on yourself to be perfect
Swear to let yourself seek out the joys all around you
Don’t be afraid of the world, we all feel isolated by our experiences
Don’t be afraid of their words, it reveals more about them than it does about you
Don’t be afraid of your body, it is a miracle of chance and is limitlessly capable
Don’t be afraid to show off who you are, someone needs to see you, to really see themselves
Let them panic when their words no longer harm
Let them worry that their world is shrinking as ours grows to allow more space for others
Let them fall for all of the fake “fixes” that will give them some illusion of an ideal life
Let them hate themselves for everything they are not, while you love yourself for everything you are
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
Bark like a dog that can’t bite
You’re a rerun, redundant
Idiot shouting at staples on trees
Guns to a pillowfight, pillows to a massacre
Why can’t you learn the perfect place to sit
Your eyes look handsome when your mouth is closed
Talk until your lungs become heavy with air
But know that not a soul listens to you freely
Your only audience is a captive one
We encourage you to try anyway
Someone out there must be into that sort of thing
Try drinking and feeling more and less
Be the coat hanger that everyone else loves
Talk to me, I want to know how you’re running
I don’t want to hear about your prosthetics
But the guy standing next to you sounds nice
Have you tried to end your life lately?
You might smile more if you think about it daily
We liked you more back when you were smaller
When you were close to the edge of that thought
When our clothes didn’t fit you
When we liked you even less
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC
When he says I’m not fat ,
but a bit overweight.
When I’m hot enough to ****
but never to date.
When I am called brave for just wearing a dress,
But they say I’ll lose weight just after that stress.
Because I am called brave cause I dare to exist.
Because my fat hand can’t fit right around my fat wrist.
No matter what’s won
Theres just more to lose.
Never cry love, only sing blues
Cause fat, when in love, is the funniest sight
Reserved for comedians on a dark and late night.
Because I am a journey waiting to happen
Because I am not a person,
just a fat one.
When I’ve drawn out in sharpie where I’d take the scissors.
When In social settings I start to wither,
When somebody thin starts to talk about weight
My heart starts to race,
And reddens my face,
What if I am called out and called a disgrace.
Because if they are disgusting when they are size 8
Then what am I?
So Please,
allow me a moment to breathe,
Reset, internally scream.
Then smile back, polite as can be.
Because you refuse to understand what it’s like to be me.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 6:11 PM UTC
i wanted her to be skinnier
and that was great
because i was improving someone else
she didn't want to change
wanted to live her own life
but that was great
because i had a grand plan
i tied her to a chair
slit her throat
cut off her limbs
she was dead
but she was lighter
and that was great
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 5:47 AM UTC
How do I mend my relationship with my body?
How do I hate myself, less?
How could I?
How dare I?
The world doesn't.
It tells me all the reasons why I shouldn't.
I mustn't.
I must hate myself.
I must hate my body, that is what I deserve.
What my body deserves
Love is reserved for the thin.
the beautiful.
The beautiful.
I could never be beautiful.
It's a lie,
when they say it.
It's a lie.
when they say I am.
I am beautiful from the neck up.
but you'd never use that word,
designate it to my body.
to the rest of me.
The rest of me should be tossed away.
discarded.
Please sir, can I keep my head?
It's the only place I live, the only place I am allowed to be.
I am not allowed to be beautiful. not allowed to be thin.
that was not the hand I was dealt. not my lot in life.
I exist in the world with my shame exposed.
On display.
Do you know how that feels?
No hiding.
No escaping.
No pretending.
I am fat.
My body is fat.
and from first glance, you can see my unworthiness.
My lack of deservedness
It's always there.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
My body
My body gets looked at, talked about, shamed.
My body doesn't fit comfortably in an airline seat and my body keeps getting fatter.
My body offends and disgusts you.
My body absorbs the blows.
the shocks
it reverberates
the ripples
Take in more food.
EAT.
no one loves you.
no one ever could.
you're too FAT.
too hideous.
unlovable
So, I abuse my body.
I hurt it.
give it more. move it less.
It grows, my own self-loathing grows.
Like water to a plant.
Your gaze and comments like the sun
My body continues to sprout.
upwards
outwards
all aroundwards
Making it harder to fit.
harder to move.
harder to Be.
I wish they loved my body, maybe I could have too.
Maybe I could have too.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
Reminding me of death, or a closed door
Sounding like obsolete
Obtuse
That word breaks glass, up against my heart
Hurt knees
***** stares
Pretty hot and tempting
Covered in heavy protection and vulnerable as ****
It could never be obsidian, a word of power beauty and strength
I choke on the word
Obese
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
my subject, mrs. ((brown?))
for this speech is
going to be: obesity. ish.
you see I remember
the article you handed out to us,
loos-leafed,
fresh-pressed,
a dry white piece that told,
in simplest terms,
the most inarguable & bland facts
about !healthy eating & !weight loss!
but mrs ((whatever)), I want
to tell n and the entire
******* crisp class,
that obesity is a load
of steaming ****
from someone who’s really fucki
ng sick (you know how much
better it stinks then)
that obesity
was made to be glorified,
I don’t tell you this—
I ****** jiggle it to you,
grab my santa clause puch and
shove it at you--
tick tock
we wait for the clock
to tell us what
s to come,
except it makes us guess
--see this:
a mid-age woman, mother,
fat & previously fat,
goes in for stabbing pain in the chest, or
chronic diarrhea,
seeing stars & no energy left.
((this happens))
the doctor says,
well let’s weigh you n see
if you’ve lost
the weight I told you to lose before
remember Sharol
now Sharol..,,,, sweety…..
you weigh 55.62 lbs over the
state-set “healthy limit”k,
so we’re just gonna give u these
diet pills & I promise they work,.
all nach-yer-awl u see, none of that
waterweight ******** [! excuse my language]
and in about 3 months you’ll lose
half that overweight,
and I promise the starsll go away and you’ll
feel right tip top okay now that’ll be
$60 & come bac k in a month to tell me
how much you’ve lost okay
haha but that’s alrightright?
she was unhealthy
&
doctors make you healthy
only her brain cancer maybe, or like, colon
cancer or literally anything other obesity
kills her in about 3 months
bc the **** doctor would only
pretend that she cared
what
was
wrong with Sharol, sweety…,,,
im sharol and so are you and
so is your uncle & so is
your mother, probably
because most of us are “obese”
& the only cure for obesity
is the cure for the term
“obesity” you see
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC