Here I Am

From transition from the girl that I was, to the woman I am is not without loss. My face that drew comments of how pretty I was faded from view which is a pity because, the swelling of breasts not previously there refocused your gaze to that if a stare. And as my hips grew wider so did my butt which wasn't a problem for me as such, but you started to see me as something not right with proportions not fitting a dress far too tight. Suggestions were made that maybe I should transform my body into something that would, and hopefully then I would be accepted, and favoured within a world that demanded that I should be thin. But fat is my right, it's who that I am. It's always my choice to be my own fan. So love what you look like, demand clothes that fit. Don't squeeze into dresses just because of your ****. The world should accommodate the woman you are and talk to your face not what's inside your bra. So here I stand in front of you now, like this poem, not perfect but relevant -somehow.