You. Can. Consume. Me.
The truth is
That you and the rest of society are one in the same
Judging me for my insecurities
Pretending to accept my plus size
But you and I both know you prefer otherwise
And when I would catch your eyes
To that skinny little heifer's hips
No word of reassurance formed upon your lips
Could ever console
My self-conscious soul
Your smile was so bright
But your eyes didn’t encompass that same shine
Which informed me that your words were lies
Telling me that I'm beautiful
Then unveiling a subtlety that whispers
"You look full"
Yes society says to me
That in order to be happy
I must fight the flab that grabs my waist
That maybe if I had no belly
More people would accept me.
Indirectly try to convert me into some Barbie doll figurine
Figuring that the dress size of 3
Is what works best for you, so therefore it must be perfect for me
Well let me tell you something,
My measurements don’t make ME.
Whether it be you or society
I will NOT allow you to shame me!
Because the truth is
You can consume me...
But I have to let you.