body positivity
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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
My body is mountains disguised in flesh
Fields of grain waving in the breeze
My body is plateaus and canyons
And every hill you’ve ever climbed
I wear lightning strikes on my hips and thighs as battle scars to remind me who I am, and what I have overcome.
“Take a look in the mirror,
What do you see?”
I look and my mind whispers,
‘Athlete?”
But I’m just a bit too soft,
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
I am fat.
Some may say “same” or “retweet”
I am looking at you Ms. size four or five. SHUT UP.
Some of you are looking around the room
Fearing a transparent man-made tool of vanity
A tool who hides nothing
This tool shows you who you truly are
Some may say that you are more than your reflection
She showed me how to look on the bright side.
She showed me how to change the tide.
She showed me how to appreciate my fullness.
She showed me how to adore the darkness.
dear belly,
i see you
even though i don't want to see you
i know you're there
and i'm so thankful for you
on most days
you are visible
and i see you
without you
My home moved often, a trailer one day, the next a house and the last a home
But I lived in my body
A home that I hated and a home that I couldn't escape
My ribs; a locked cage to prison a soul
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?
Dear plus sized body,
Let’s take a plus sized break
From the offensive compliments
The, “You’re not fat, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”
From the distasteful dehumanization in media
These defining mountains I call my hips
Are the only things you cannot miss
They swing left and right
From morning to night
Trying to pick a fight
With everything in sight
Dear Society,
I don’t know when the thought first crossed my mind
That the size of my body overshadowed its purpose
I don’t know when I first felt the pain
Where should I begin?No one wants a world tour where you see all the ugly parts,So this won't be much of a tour.But let's pretend that in this world -Me -There is no ugly.
After years of starving myself to be thin,
Rewarding myself when I ate far too little,
And forcing myself to vomit if I ate “too much”,
Obsessively counting calories,
Snow White doesn't stay in a house.
She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about.
She goes outside.
There are scars on my hips
Mixed with stretch marks
Ones that I put there late at night
Touched by dirty hands
He says I'm beautiful
His hands outlay plains
Of wheat and new beginnings
I asked you if you would still love me if I was 'big.'
You took it as a joke and responded so,
saying it's a shallow thing, to say you wouldn't.
I am broken.
You have seen me, but you have not seen me.
I like me
but sometimes I don't
I even hate me sometimes
but
that doesn't mean
that I am any less beautiful
I am deceptively strong
in both mind and body
I have red hair
1. Strip down to nothing in your bathroom. Avoid looking into the mirror. Remember everything you’re feeling isn’t real, this is all just some messed up dream you’re living don’t let the dream mess you up too
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
I will never write poetry again. The day started with a usual feeling of grief, I didn't want to go to school and I definitely didn't want to go to English class.
Am I a pretty girl?
Because when I look in the mirror I don’t see one.
I have never been a pretty girl.
Why?
I don’t know. I don’t like what I see.
Low self esteem.
No self worth.
To be completely unearthed is the beginning of where I find I’m free
and to realize that my life is for me
and to realize that I am who I should be
To be out of your sight and on to something far away
All I need is that little push,
That little look in the mirror in the early morning.
The look that says:
"I can't live without you,
You collection of cells with your lovely curves.
I need a different kind of love story...
Okay, so here's the synopsis:
A girl meets a boy
And then questions her self worth
When he looks her up and down
And his eyes pause on her short skirt
Look in the mirror
Now tell me what you see
Well, If you'd ask me
I'd say a set of small eyes
And a huge nose
And a ridiculously fat stomach
And sausage toes
Deep and rich,Smooth and clear,A masterpiece painted for the ears,A sweet perfume to the listener.A silvery song,A tenor or base,The loud radio announcer,Or the soft-spoken artist.
I’m having a hard time accepting I’m soft–soft stomach, soft heart,my soft way of telling othersI’m having a hard time.It leaves me hesitating at mirrors,
You look at me and say "I want that'
I look at you and say "I want that"
But why can't we look in the mirror and say "I like that?"
Instead of saying I wouldn't mind a little less
Anna
“You can’t have sex wearing a wig” she said
That line could’ve made me laugh
If she wasn’t clutching the sides of her head
Wondering what choice did she have.
I don't understand why everybody cares so much.
Look at me!
I am tall.
I am big.
I am loud.
I am strong.
Where is the problem?
Listen to me!
I am smart.
I am brave.
F
The letter placed on my birth certificate indicating that I was born with a vagina.
"Hey fat ass, big booty, bring it over here.
We want to make our point to you very clear.
That butt makes you ugly, short and stout.
Oh, dont start crying, why dont you hear me out?
Grimace at the mirror
Squint my eyes, scrunch up my nose,
Look closely
What I see- spots
Spots of all kinds
Acne scars,
A freckle here and there,
A mole or two,
This is a body.
This is a human body.
This was not sculpted,
and shaved
and shamed
in a fashion
magazine.
