It’s just a fact that I am fat.
I know it’s true; it’s where I’m at.
I’m trying hard to shed the pounds,
But cruelty in my head resounds.
“Skip a meal or two, fat bitch!”
These words flip a painful switch.
Hate comes from inside and out
All because I’m rather stout.
But I will fight, no matter what,
To rid myself of this big gut,
And when I do, they all will see
That there is so much more to me
Than rolls and blubber; fat and skin.
The world will see me, when I’m thin
Until then, I’m invisible?
Perhaps, but not invincible.