my inner beauty
My body shapes the form of an apple
Not the form of a stem,
But on the inside
My beauty comes within.
I used cry about the snarling and snickering
About the laughing and giggling,
But one thing I was taught
Is that your beautiful inside and out.
Don't let your voice just be a thought
Lift it up and shout,
"I'm not ashamed of my size
from my waist to my thighs
I'm a thick girl
And thick girls rule the world"
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