I was a bit hesitant to post this poem, because I’m not one to advertise my weight issues. I think I always felt like if I didn’t call attention to my weight, people might be able to forget that I’m fat. Chubby. Plump. Blah, I don’t like any of those words. I prefer thick, curvy, voluptious. I am quite confident that, regardless of how much I weigh, I’m damn sexy. Go me! Anyway this was written during a moment of feeling less than confident…
Weighting Time
I wear my weight like a weapon
But really,
My weight wears me
Wicked chain mail inside out
Which wicks and whips
My heart and soul
I am weary of this weight
I wait so eager
Wishing to be set free
Worries weigh me down
And I awake wanting
Wishing
To love the weight I see
Which will not change
Without me
Beware, be wary
Of what we think will heal
Without our help
Those wares are peddled
And they aren’t real
You can wear away the weight
With work and sweat and fervent thirst
And when envisioned
This perfect wisdom
Only asks that you demand
Assert
What you’re worth
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