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I had a boy come up to me once When he heard I’d be singing at our high school’s senior award ceremony. To ask “what will you be singing? a whale song?” He turned to his friends and began to laugh
Here we stand Much to their surprise Or dismay Or confusion Fat men are a whisper A forest cut down for comedic relief Only seen if we are funny Only loved if we have money
Do you remover the first time you saw a plus sized man in a movie? On TV? In your local theater show? What did he look like? Did he smile? Did he laugh so full his tummy shook?
Every day I force myself to think the same thoughts To feel the same feelings that I am worthless that I am ugly That I am fat
Yes, in fact I do know that I’m fat No, I don’t plan to change for you Yes, I plan to lose the weight someday, but if you think I owe it to you to do so, then you will never get the satisfaction of holding my hand.
“Hey man, saying this for your own good.”
Cadbury eggs at 1 AM How much lower could you be? I know that it does not mean much But it could be two or three? Besides don’t I deserve this? For waking up before it was 2
My body is a skyscraper Yeah you heard me right It’s 6 miles high and made of glass To stand out in the night My body is a skyscraper With legs of stainless steel Holding up my giant frame
Can I ask why are you staring? Could it be perhaps my size? Or is it cause I’ve got these planets swirling in my eyes?
I was 13 years old the first time that a doctor informed me of my eminent death. I suppose that its ok considering I had wanted to die since I was 12.
Keep your hair and clothes looking orderly.
Our faces bounced off of every wall, as well as the bodies of many with faces of despise, Some of theirs would shrink and some of theirs would swell
“You look like you have some muscle” he says as he grabs my thigh; “Jeez you’re heavy” he says as he picks me up high; “that’ll go right to your hips” she says as I eat some chips.
My life consists of heartbreak, It's all made up of shit. Confusion is synonymous With life and life with it. I hate to look in mirrors To see what's looking back: The sunken eyes, the fatty thighs,
I ran today. Not a long, five mile, sweat inducing run, no, I ran to the mailbox. How many years has it been since I last ran?
Hi, I'm skinny I am five feet seven inches and weigh one hundred and five pounds Yes, I have a flat stomach Yes, You can see my collar bones Yes, I have a thigh gap And no, that does not make me beautiful
Oh my dear egg, I have to be clear, I’m not very happy with you, When in my face, You decide to stick your rear. A cat with flair,
I always thought of my body as something to be shamed, And this thing named "Fat" as a monster to be tamed. Then I met you and you found beauty in my skin, And now "Fat" is something I'm comfortable and happy in.
Don’t eat that. I am just being honest, Because I love you. You will regret eating that, A moment... I am trying to help you,
In the depths of the reflected light You can catch a glimpse, a girls' shadow It's a sight you can't overlook With her eyes so hollow and haunted Concealing within a ghastly narrative
I grew up as pretty being the only word that people described me as. It made me think i could never be anything else like intelligent or kind. But when i started gaining weight like a normal and healthy kid i was describe as fat.
Fat girl wakes up in the morning Fat girl tries on ten pairs of pants that does not make it look like her sides spill over Fat girl keeps in the tears because it will smudge the makeup she is so proud of
At parties, I will do some freaky dances with calories cus I’m like nutella dark, chocolate, and nutty. Yeah, I’m not one to hide my love of food, in front of you, I’ll demolish a
Oh society how dare you Promoting skinny as beautifulAnd fat is insecureBut at the same timeFat should love their curves And skinny should eat a hamburger You create these controversiesThat being single sucksAnd to strive for relationships But who
Ugly. Fat. Aren’t you ashamed to look like that? They called me such names that stuck in my head There was nothing more painful than what I just read
This is a poem that my friend, Veronica, and I wrote. Hope you enjoy! Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. (: Thick You called me that Tonight. I opened myself up
It all startedOn a sunny dayWalking by the brownstonesAfter seeing a play.I was eightWhen I said I wanted to be an actress.And I didn’t shut up about it.It was a dream,A big,sparkly,
How can a single word Rach up healthcare bills, wage war And tie a noose? A Handful of letters leading To a mouthful of pills and A heart-full of pain.
Hey. I am fat. Yes, I am a fat ugly bitch. Or an ugly fat bitch. Call me the way you want! But I wonder why do you have so much of problem with this? I have been tired of listening to the same thing over and over again.
Narcissism. Bullshit. Love is beautiful. Love is strong and love is proud. Why in the Now are we told we are nothing without love but not allowed to love ourself?
I don't remember the first day I saw this portal. This portal that showed me what the world saw. The image of me that everyone has an opinion for. Where is my opinion.
As the tears fall
If someone asks you to
This is my story of the factors that determine me,Drive me to be who I want to be,And create my own destiny.I’ve never been a size twoAnd everything I would doWould be wrong to you.
I think of my marks
I Am The Freckled Face Girl
Clean? Clean, clean, clean... clean... one more time... just one more... twice more... thirce more... I swear I'll stop... soap, water scrub, scrub, scrub hot, scaulding
I am.. Skinny but Fat
I’m not sure what it is about the clouds.
"Up from the ashes"
Expressing how I feel sometimes confuse me a great deal Can I understand myself? Or better yet can you? I dont always say what I feel But when I do I keep it real Anywhere any place
Some people judge you Most people want to be you What do I want? Acceptance I can’t change who I am This is the only life I have I will always be Too skinny
Why should I change..
I can still hear the crunch of the potato chips resounding in my ears like the crushing of my dreams to fit into that dress,
You are beautiful, I swear.
I stand up fast and feel the rush, I haven't eaten, not even once. It's been 5 days and 9 pounds later, im still fat, I hate her. I hate as I look at the mirror and see the fat girl wearing size 2X.
When will my body ever be good enough?
I see my reflection
I stand in front of my worst enemy, the mirrorI stare at my 5 foot 7 large frame body and I begin to cry
Love thy self they say My self respect was crushed long ago
My Body is an ocean It is graceful and it is powerfulIt is strong
She feels them staring at her. The energy it gives off Makes her want to jump out of her skin.
The Butterfly,is so vibrant, so enchanting, and so pretty!
The other day, I was talking about how much I weigh and how this affects my life, and the person I was talking with said something to me.
I was 8 years old. My light up sketchers with my pink book bag outshined the sun and my smile. Entering the school with excitement I hear one kid say "Woah shes fat" That day sticks with me/
You know that place between sleep and awake?
Middle School Fat Girl head down, walking through the halls no friends Fat girl shy girl that girl with a book she's alwasy reading quiet. Fat girl
Why are you staring? Does my body hair offend you? Are you scared by my lack of makeup? Tell me, am I not good enough? Why are you staring? Is it because a fat girl is wearing cutoffs?
With an empty stomach I go to bed. There is no food for me tonight. With an empty stomach I wake up. The result of the night before is taking its effect.
Don't call yourself fat You have fingernails But you are not fingernails You have arms and legs But you are not arms and legs You have fat But you are not fat
An obsession An addiction. It tortures me, but I need it. I got to know the number on the scale. Restrict my food. Binge eat. Purge. Thoughts of laxatives.
I love my hair, I love my eyes, I love my mouth,
This is my body. Chipped nail polish on short nails That aren’t even bitten off evenly Fingers with sparse hairs on them, That sometimes there and sometimes aren’t
i look down my toes are wiggling nurvously, as the blinking number between my feet is not where i want it to be. i close my eyes. tight. tighter.
Perfume "He says you smell good
The poor teenage girl sits in her room to cry Remembering all the mean things said today "Lose some weight! Wear a mask! Just drop dead and die!" On her bed, knees hunched, tears fall
she looks at herself in a mirror she looks at her face at first glance she is relieved she feels okay that this is who she is and in okay with the fact that she cant change that
I look in the mirror My smile fades Disgust overwhelms me As I go through each day Why am I living? Why am I here? Just to disappoint Living with fear I'm never good enough
I feel so alone. Like if I leave this earth, no one will notice. Or maybe even care.
Fat Girl in the buffet line,Fills half of her plat
135 pounds?! There's no such thing as having an eating disorder when you're so fat Eating disorders are for the skinny people For my friend, who is 105 pounds and eats whatever she wants
Why stand alone when the battle is nearly won Why stand alone eventho the odds are against your will
Digging deep down inside, There's no place to ride, I feel a since of emptiness, that sometimes I can not hide, Who cares about my up bringing, I surley am not suprised,
Size 0..next..1..next.. 2..next..3 ..next.. 4..5.. wait wheres the rest?
The bones they scream in volumes that grow I hear them begging to show They want to press pass the barriers They want me to learn “no” It scares me as much as it thrills me To take it all in and see
Growing up, I was toldthat all of me was wrong.A waist too big, breasts too small.Much too tall and far too wide.My parents encourageda hatred of my body.Told what not to eat.
She sinks, Zoloft blue and sulking purples “I just want to feel normal.” A dawn of pitch midnight, starless and cold Splintered planks groan underneath Fresh air catches and turns bitter as she stands
the mirror reflects my image i see all flaws no light am i really like this is this what others see?
A pasted on smile, stretched over bleached white teeth Perfect skin, clean and bright Perfect body, toned, tanned, and fit Perfect hair, straighted and dyed THESE are robot girls, ripped from glossy pages.
Who am I to think I’m beautiful?Disproportionate at every angle, my figure is shaped like that of a pear’s.And any claims to beauty seem to be rare,because I can hardly stand the sight of my body bare.
when you look at me what you see darskin ,brown eyes and sandy brown hair\ do see a big smile, with dark lips someone thats not that tall but stand so tall and proud all the time
We wish upon a shooting star, just to change who we are Gaze among the stars so bright, just so we can see the light
I don’t know much about the world, economy, politics and what not I didn’t know about slavery or racism at all for that matter I didn’t know about Martin Luther King’s dream and how the conquest for Civil Rights
Mirrors and mind contort what I see, Skinny and thin is what I must be; 86 pounds just isn’t enough, Starving myself is going to be tough.
If I caught a glimpse of beauty there, it was in the plastic waistlines of perfect posing bodies, headless, yet still all I aspired-- still more desirable than I could ever wish to be.
Forever Awfully Treated. In your eyes I am despicable. This art form sculpted by God’s most precious hands endures most pain-ting-ling through my body causing this canvas to collapse.
Fat, is just a word It does not have to be absurd Fat is just a word Food is just a thing Some people like it more than others He looks at me, like I'm disgusting That guy on the street
my reflection is looking at me she’s examining every part her body I watch as tears fill her eyes she’s an abomination
My journey starts here But , where do I go? High hopes here and there But , where do I go? This test is like a show But , where do I go? Options weighing high and low But , where do I go?
The thing about ED is He never leaves you Through the good The bad The ugly He's there A little wasp Following you around Stinging you Every time you reach out