I ll never forget the day you called me FAT.

Like a bomb went off on a quiet street You killed me that day. In disbelief, I wondered how a three-letter word Could crush my heart In to sand. But, I didn t know any better. Back then, I prayed to you Like you were a holy statue. Cupping every verb And adjective about me Into my hands held it like I hold my dolly at night. I consumed your negativity Chewed your abuse Swallowed my pride And regurgitated The guilt The shame The Why don t I look like her? All over myself. Took out little chunks of my arms with a nail clipper to deal. Sitting in Juniper Valley Park On that humid, summer afternoon Wallowing in my own shit. Staring longingly into the grass Thinking, Why am I not beautiful? Those pieces of my feelings I clipped away And the sting OH GOD IT FELT SO RELIEVEING! But, I didn t know any better. So what makes you think A woman like me Is not capable of love Giving or receiving? What makes you think That a woman like me Can t look good in hip-hugging jeans?

What makes you think you can hurt A woman like me Who has sacrificed so much For you? Why don t you take your Three-letter word and shove it down your vicious throat, Take your shallow opinions And use some of them on yourself Why don t you Open your fucking eyes! Because today, I know a little better. I know that My hips Strong and thick In a strapless dress Fill it out to its capacities. My breasts Round and ample Make Victoria Want to give her secret away. My legs Short, but make a statement Like an elephant s Paving the way For other woman like me. So maybe a word like FAT Doesn t mean the insult Like you intended it to be, But instead FAT meaning Fabulous and Tough Or Free and True. But today, I won t let a little three-letter word bring me down Because I know a little better.