You demand I cover up every inch,
behind heavy layers of dull fabrics;
to eat a stale crouton for dinner
and embrace hunger pains as penance.
You expect me to act asexual,
as if I were not fully human;
loathe my body and disfigure it
crusading for unattainable perfection.
But I’m not here to please you
nor feed your idiotic delusions;
reinforcing countless stereotypes
you cling to like a spoiled child.
I won’t allow my weight define me
and I’ll continue to survive
without your seal of approval.
I like me as I am. Get over it.
This poem was written as a part of this week’s new writing challenge over at trifectawritingchallenge.com. The word prompt this week is: Survive. The task at hand is to craft something awesome between 33 and 333 words in length that features the word survive in the sense of continuing on or prospering despite hardships.
Survival is the name of the game when it comes to life on this planet. It’s something we’ve all seen or experienced in one form or another. Get those creative juices flowing and join in the fun by clicking the link above before time runs out for new entries!