Thoughts from a Weird, Strange, Funny Girl
A Fat Poem for a Fat Girl like myself that I wrote a long time ago. 🙂
There is no magic pill,
And there is no special way,
To melt the fat off your body,
And make it simply go away.
If I could make you like me,
Simply as I am,
Then I could solve the whole world’s problem,
Without spending a dollar of Uncle Sam’s.
I wouldn’t feel the need to eat,
To lock up all my feelings.
I wouldn’t feel the need to be ashamed,
Or feel guilty for any of my dealings.
Then I would be all the richer,
In body spirit and mind.
I wouldn’t have to worry.
Because everything would be fine.
(For the record, I don’t use the word Fat as a dis. It’s how I use to describe myself. Not large. Not rubenesquex. Not curvy and definitely not plus size. Fat. It simply what is, for more examples, look at the George Carlin quote below.)
I use the word “fat.” I use that word because that’s what people are: they’re fat. They’re not bulky; they’re not large, chunky, hefty or plump. And they’re not big-boned. Dinosaurs were big-boned. These people are not overweight: this term somehow implies there is some correct weight… There is no correct weight. Heavy is also a misleading term. An aircraft carrier is heavy; it’s not fat. Only people are fat, and that’s what fat people are! They’re fat!