This poem is for my sister who is blessed with an abundance of fleshly endowments. It is for my friend who is adorned with the embellishments of surplus. For that woman whose fashion finds live in the plus section. You are beautiful. You are special. You are valuable.
I am fat. Yes, that's what I am.
Please don't try to
talk me out of it
I saw myself this
morning
Yes am fat, and it's
okay
I am fat and it
shows on me. You can see it in...
the opulence of my
body mass
my body's expansive
surface area
them thick thighs,
love handles and voluptuous curves
I am fat and the
reasons may be varied. It could be because...
I inherited the genes
the medications
prescribed by doctors "added" to me
life’s curve balls taught
my hormones to wrap me in bodily comfort
Whatever my
reason, this fat doesn't make me less. It doesn't...
reduce my
intelligence, empathy or humanity
break down my spirit
unless you try to
make me undeserving of
love, kindness or care
My fat is a body
composition not incompetence. It doesn't mean am...
lazy
a glutton
dirty
You will say I
shouldn’t say that, but please…
don't demonize the
word
don't feel sorry for
me
don’t try to "comfort" me
Fat is just
another adjective that I choose to own positively. So
when you say fat...
don’t be ashamed
say it with
respect, loud and clear
say it and see me
– alive, whole and valuable
Yes, I am fat.
