Yes,I am healthy fat cactus growing in your garden,
You hate me i know for my thorns and same monotonous green-brown tone,
I find myself alone in this garden like a lost person find himself in a busy city.
Have you ever considered hugging me,praising me like you do to the other flowers,you used to kiss and smell them every other day,
I know you wont and i know you are planning to uproot me to make space for some beautiful daisy,
But my friend,yes i am your friend,have i ever asked you to take care of me,unlike all your favourites in this garden i never complained or demanded anything no extra love,no extra food, air or care.I am just growing like a fence-like a wall, protecting your garden from the wilds.I never left you in harshy sun or chilly nights or when its pours.I cant be pleasant like a rose but i have my own beauty too.I know i remains same boring,no vibrancy even in spring when other pleases you, soothes your eyes but i too deserve some love,i too will work hard aganist my body to give you flower all i need is just a share of your attention..
Here 'cactus' i used as a metaphor for a woman who is neglected because of her looks struggling to grow up as beautiful acceptable inspite of facing body shaming.