Big Girl
When you told me
You don’t date “big girls”
Several things started
To run through my head
What to you made a girl “big?”
Was it her height?
Did she make you feel small,
Whenever she stood next to you?
Or you know maybe it was her muscle
A “big girl” made you
Feel self-conscious because
Her biceps were bigger than yours.
You know she could be a “big girl”
But then I realized to you
“Big” was none of those things
To you “big”
Was an insult
To you “big” was the weight a girl saw
Whenever she stepped on the scale
This made me think even more
Maybe you are the kind of boy
Who romanticizes eating disorders
Maybe you are the kind of boy
Who wants the girl who works out
3 hours a day
And leaves herself nothing to nourish her body with after
Or maybe you are the kind of boy
Who can’t handle a “big girl”
Because of how much she has to offer
You can’t handle her
Because big body means
Big smile
Big body means
Big personality
Big body means
Big heart
Maybe her glow outshines yours
And you just can’t take it
Maybe she is more passionate than you
And you feel ashamed that you can’t give it back
Because you have not yet
Experienced someone who has so much room to fit someone else in
But it does not matter
Because I hate to break it to you boy
She isn’t that fond of you either
So next time you say
That you don’t like “big girls”
Remember that she doesn’t need your approval
Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2015
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