Chronicles of a Fat Girl

Do you see me

I wonder

can you see the tightly coiled strands of my hair that creates my crown

The roundness of my ass from the remnants of the shape

I USE TO HAVE

or am I invisible

do I walk into rooms through doors that are unseen

or am I unimportant and unattractive

in your dead eyes to bring your attention to me

You don’t see these thunder thighs

or these mesmerizing pretty brown eyes

you can’t see the voluptuousness of my bosom

flowing freely over this belly of goodness

that protects my Austrailia-down under

shit, my pouch is where it’s at

and ha, DONT YOU DARE CALL ME FAT

Hey I just got a lot more of what every woman has to give

divinely distributed from my front to my  back to my sides and my mid

but don’t worry when it’s time to take care of business

I can still drop it like its hot

and make you fall in love

you dig???

 

~ism

 

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