i am not here to please you
i am not here to please you,
so i am definitely not sorry
for the extra meat
exposed on my midriff
that seems to be burning
holes where you eyes once were
i am not sorry
that i enjoyed the outfit
i chose to wear today
because i feel comfortable in it
i was set on this earth
to please
pricks like you
who only abide by
the skinny society
who think i should just eat a salad
and shut up
sure, i’ve got a few extra pounds
that i can’t seem to ditch
but sure as hell,
i’m not going to let pricks like you
shame me and make me
shame myself
because i wore this top
for me, not for you
it is up to me whether
or not i feel beautiful
when my belly button
is shown to the world
and you know what?
i do
and i am not here to please
pricks like you
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