There is no love for my body
only hate
No matter how much I weigh
it is always too much
Men will say “I love curvy women”
But what they really mean is
“I love thin women with full breasts and hips but I do not love you because you are fat and that does not equal curvy”
I am 49 and there is no peace to be made
with this carcass
I will go to my grave hating it
for being ugly
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
My heart is aching with your words today. From the outside looking in, to carry such a burden daily would be a cross only beared by one so strong. Yes, we all want perfection, to be viewed with more than we see oursleves as, to look in the mirror and smile.
For some of us, that want, desire, yearning, acceptance, happinesss, seem to be almost unattainable. My words are but that, words. It is you who must see my words as much more than just some random person trying to force his ideology onto a person who is hurting more than he.
You, I and many others whom have been given our features without input and at times, screamed to ourselves of the injustice of being someone else inside a body we are not pleased with. It can be such an affliction and brought to the edge at times when attempts made still reveal the same figure in the reflection.
Without diminshing the reality of your plight, I as well have experienced the unpleasantries of not being happy with my own features. I certainly do not fit the standards laid out for how “Men of Desire” look. Far from it in all honesty. Like you, I have my struggles with my own body type.
Although not in your shoes, I do have a certain amount of understanding of your frustration.
It would appear that we both share a likeness for music, whether be for the same and or different reasons, music can speak volumes to our inner selves. If I may, I want to you listen to the below song. I have found this song as somewhat of a portrait of two people whom are unhappy and given the opportunity to have another person see their vulnerability and saddness. I give you this song to let you know that you have a shared burden of sorts. There are more of us than them!
Listen to the song attentively, you may find yourself in there along with me. And please do not be sad. You’re too damn good to be such!
Cheer to you my good Lady!
We are all individuals, no two alike, we need to love what we are and be ourselves, not let other who build their own ego at our expense impact us. I hope you will read my poem “By Fire”.
Sorry, but this doesn’t match the image that I have so I must disregard