Chronicles of a Plus Sized Chick
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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