Big Booty Brooke
I look at myself now
and I think wow
I get called thick
I take it as a compliment
That’s not how it used to be
It was so hard for me
to see myself as pretty
prayed to god consistently
wishing I looked differently
They called me big booty Brooke
“Why they gotta look?”
insecurities overtook
emotions overlooked
shaming me, the oldest trick in the book
I got skinny, I lost 60 pounds
people told me to stop, I didn’t like the sound
my weight was going down
I was supposed to be healthier and proud
but it was the other way around
500 calories a day in 8th grade
no carbohydrates
no fats on my plate
obsessively monitoring what I ate
5’7 but weighed 98
but that’s not anymore
I closed that door
I gained the weight back
I used that squat rack
Yeah, I’ve got a big ass
But i like it like that
Now, I’m in shape
and guess what? I look and feel great
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