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These are the thoughts and 
feelings of a
plus sized chick,
One who is defined as plump and 
thick,
With chunks of fat and extra skin,
Rounded edges and puffed up 
cheeks.
This is her being raw and real
Saying it exactly how it is.
It has never been, not for a single 
day,
easy to be me,
The stares and glances,
The giggles and pointed fingers,
The questions and comments,
The opinions and suggestions,
About going to the gym and reducing 
on the
food,
Even when you have the smallest 
plate in
the room.
Your explanations as to why you 
are how
you are,
Taken as silly excuses of laziness to
change into what they prefer.
It is hard, having to take 
comparison
from parents,
About you being the youngest yet 
ugliest,
Always pointing out how you should 
have
taken tips from the beautiful rest.
Nothing is as embarassing
As having to skip shopping sessions,
Because you are perfectly sure, 
that you
will not get anything your size,
And even if you do...
Whatever it is, ends up looking like 
a
masquerade's disguise.
Having to either become anti-social,
To avoid confrontations,
And cruel rhetorical questions,
Or turn into a tomboy,
And act like you don't care,
All hardcore though inside, 
somewhat
coy.
Staying away from dresses and 
skirts,
Make-up and such,
Because though they may do it for 
the
chin up,
But from the neck down
You still end up looking like a clown.
This is the daily life of a chubby 
chick,
Having to live with the fact that 
she will
probably never date a hot 
handsome guy,
Probably never get married,
And if she does... It would probably 
be to a
guy who is as desperate as she is.
So instead she plans her life:
Read hard, get a good job,
Earn thoroughly, relocate: rather
disappear,
and get twelve different breeds of 
exotic
dogs
Then live happily ever after.
This is about her who has to have a
strong hard heart,
That is able to stand past words,
Words that cut and hurt,
Words that crush her into small tiny
parts,
But like a beggar on the street, who 
has
coins thrown and scattered at 
where he
sits,
Patiently collects one after the 
other,
Because only he understands how 
precious
each one is,
So does she,
Slowly and carefully picks the 
shuttered
scattered pieces of her,
One by one,
Sniffing back a tear,
As she has done so many times 
before,
Because she has to be strong And
strength is not seen in crying.
This is about that girl that does not 
know,
The difference between a 
compliment and
being mocked,
Because from her past experiences,
The two seemed intertwinned with a 
very
thin line between them,
So often she would confuse one for 
the
other.
She has not been conversant with 
genuine
kindness,
And so every word said to her is 
always
frisked for hidden meaning.
These are the insecurities of a plus 
sized
girl,
The empty wishes of her heart,
That maybe one day society may 
stop
being harsh about her lack of 
holdable
waist, and definite curves,
That maybe one dayshe will sit on a 
pin,
And her body will turn out to be a 
pumped
up airsuit and burst,
That maybe one day, just maybe, 
one
day,
Even in the life to come,
She will be able to look feel and 
think
beautiful
Because upto now all that falls in 
her list
of wishes.
She however has
To put on a smile
Hold her head up high
Do all she can to accept herself
Despite how hard it practically is
And love herself to bits
Because she is her own gem
Her own priced diamond
And only she could love herself as 
she
trully deserves.
These are just the feelings and 
thoughts
of a plus sized chick,
One who is defined as plump and 
thick,
With chunks of fat and extra skin,
Rounded edges and puffed up 
cheeks,
This is her being raw and real
Telling it exaclty how it is.
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