A Fat Girl's Lament
I look lumpy today.
Yesterday, I used the word 'curvy'.
Maybe that burger was a bad idea.
I know I was hungry, but I didn't need it.
I wasn't hungry;
I didn't need it;
I wanted it.
I remember fitting into a size 3.
Then a 5.
Then a 9 was too small.
Then 11 was too big.
Then a 7 fit me!
I'm sure it was labelled wrong, though.
My hips give shade to the belt loops.
My thighs rub together - no wonder holes always develop.
I can feel my butt jiggle under my pants.
Everyone can see it.
Can they see it?
I know they can see it--
They're staring at me again.
My boobs are too small.
My butt's too big.
My thighs are lumpy.
Lumpy, wiggly, fat.
I'll wear slimming colours,
Dark ones like black or purple;
White gives way for shading.
I look good in black sometimes.
Sometimes, I like the way my hair is.
My face looks alright, too,
But the mirror's unforgiving when I can see below my shoulders.
You know what, though?
At least sometimes,
I look okay from some angles.