Big Fat Bitch (From Fat Poets Speak: Voices of the Fat Poets' Society)
I am not a nice or good fat woman.
I do not have a friendly bone in my body.
I do not cook. I hate playing with babies.
I am not eager to do kindnesses.
I do not pretend sweetness.
I do not give easily or happily of my time or ideas.
I like to shut the windows, bar the door and grab a book.
I do not exercise. I do not eat healthy foods,
whatever those are.
I do not have large soft breasts.
I don't have a fluffy yielding belly or round cheeks.
I do not bring home baked bread to gatherings.
I don't do merry.
I walk fast and frown and make angry faces
at people in my way.
I tend to order in and eat the rest of the pizza for breakfast-
I elbow my way into subways and push thinner passengers
I do not apologize in any way shape or form
for what or who I am.
I am fat and likely to remain so, which poses absolutely
no problem for me.
I am a bitch and likely to remain so, which also poses
absolutely no problem for me.
Eat shit, world. And down the rest of your assumptions with it.
I leave no room for you.