Too big, too small, too tall, too short, too little, too much, yet never enough.
Fat, ugly and useless were the words they used to describe me.
Oh why can't the world just let me be?
I don't want to fit in their description of hot.
I've survive between the layers of my calories and those heavy thighs helped me to stand against the trouble.
Shapes are many and my butt has got one to be satisfied with.
I'm proud of my curves, imperfections and flaws.
And yet they measure the sexiness on the scale? But darling, your worth can't be measured.
Strange isn't it?
How we can all love some 'body' so much but rarely our own bodies just enough.