My Fat Does Not Define Me | Poetry
Your issue with my size sounds like, well, a you issue.
My fat does not define me,
no, it just outlines me,
padding the sharp edge of my tongue,
the cutting shards of my wit.
It provides you a false harbor
against the tidal wave of my presence,
your judgement an unwavering bastion
that declares me less than, unworthy.
You see weakness in my armor,
lack of discipline, motivation,
untapped potential wasting away
beneath layers of flesh and fat.
I see a powerhouse of knowledge,
skill sets grown out of the necessity
to find my voice, loud and proud,
and burst ember into inferno.
I stand tall within my perimeter,
skin stretched like a hand drawn map,
all curved hills and valleys,
river lines and mountain crests.
Your disdain finds no purchase here,
the words cannot break my atmosphere,
for though it may outline me,
my fat does not define me.
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