“Fat”, a tag and a shame;
Calling me that gives you much fame.
Yeah, my face drops my chin and gives a broad grin;
But I’m not bothered; what makes you so mean?
You look at my belly and pass your comments,
Who gave you the right, I ain’t staying on your rents.
My butt looks big and chest looks high,
So what’s the big deal, why are you shy?
No tight frocks, no crop tops;
Why do you think it’ll create a big flop.
I don’t deserve, I don’t care;
Why no attention, this isn’t fair.
And there she laughs with a body stick thin;
And my ex leaves me cause I’m not a pretty queen.
So this makes me wonder, is my life over;
Because I’m fat, should I stay under cover?
But I’m not scared, I’m beautiful on my own;
My flesh doesn’t define me, I should never moan.
My soul creates beauty, my brain creates power;
My voice is the magic, and a tongue without sour.
And I always go out with pride in my face;
I’m a girl with dignity, I’m a girl with grace!
Reproduced with permission from Parisha Writes
Parisha Dutta is a rising writer, poet and blogger. She is of Bengali origin and currently resides in Guwahati, Assam, India. She would like to pursue a literary career as a poet and a writer. Her aim is to become a passionate writer and presently she is trying and working on lyrics and sonets.