Let's play a game.

A game of life.

You may only move your piece when it's your turn and pick up one card at a time.

Well i picked the skinny card.

People say at least I'm not fat but little do they know it would be easier that way being how I can lose weight faster than i can gain it.

My calories play hide and seek with me and I must admit I'm tired of looking.

I go fishing for answers on why I can't "beef up" when I eat more meat and potatoes than a wrestler.

I've got a monopoly on all the places I've tried to hide.

I'm the old maid that no one wants to have.

My mind and body declared war on each other for not adding up to expectations.

I'm not a bag of bones. Or a walking skeleton.

It's solitaire at the table as I stuff serving after serving down my throat.

All I do is eat like I'm Pac woman. Desperately trying to win the game.

After a while the food begins to taste the same.

Eating becomes a routine.

It's like a voice in both ears that tells me to keep eating.

Keep eating.

Finish everything on your plate.

Who cares if you're full. You have to reach 125.

I'm making this skinny poem to fill the empty holes dedicated to the uplifting compliments I never get.

Yes I know I'm skinny.

Yes I know my legs are long.

You don't have to remind e every time I wear shorts.

My jaw is tired of demolishing every piece of food that my stomach can't hold in.

I hate being skinny.

Just wishing I could be thicker. Then maybe I'd have that big butt the media says I need.

That my boobs will finally fill a D cup. Or my thighs could finally fill a size 6 pants because the big boned chicks are what's it now.

No longer the long legged model looking girls because they don't have enough to hold on to.

Well how about you try grasping my personality first. Or my smile that gleams in the sun when people make me laugh.

I'm not just a compressed upper body sitting atop stilts.

No I am not anorexic.

No I don't have a eating disorder.

I probably eat more in a day than you do in three. Desperately trying to make up for the fat that doesn't reside on my body. Proving to the people around me that I'm trying.

I quit sports because it took away from my weight gain goal.

I don't go on walks with my mom anymore because it's too close to working out.

I stopped weighing myself because I know it's going to be the same evil 118 on the scale.

One fried that uplifts me.

One friend that puts me down.

And 8 meals a day to cope with the 118 people that look at me different because I'm slender.

I dare you to contemplate the truth I'm spittin.

I'm making a new game called reality cause I'm finally calling BS on the lies I've been fed.

I'm breaking the ice on the ridicule because I'm not sorry that I'm not as dense as society has encrypted in my mind.

Sinking battle ship plates that line up at the table.

Forget society!

I'm this way for a reason. So I'm done playing spoons and dropping the forks and knives.

I'm giving my mouth a break.

I will no longer feel the pressure to eat.

I finally got a clue that equality lines its self up at the forefront courageous enough to take on all the heavy hitters.

Playing Apples to Apples with tall toothpick, black girl, easily broken.

See when you don't match society's game of perfection, you get singled out of your right to feel happy.

Wanted.

Apart of the whole.

When you're too dark, too quiet, too loud, too fat too skinny.

But did you ever realize that those people are the majority in this minority.

Playing Twister with ourselves to fit in with the 27% of the world that actually look like what we aspire.

So if you're skinny, just know the world would tumble like Jenga without us.

It's about time we win a game.

So Simon says love yourself.

Congratulations.