And one day there was a mass breakout of thin women.
In shops, on street corners,
Yes it was hard work, but no pain no gain.
Skirts were shorter, tops were tighter,
Nights were longer, voices were louder,
Men were shallower, but more frequent.
Confident? Yes, but
What had they done with my fat friends?
These werent the same women.
They talked of my friends as jailers,
Jailers who were fat, and nothing else, keeping them at bay.
My friends were never smug,
They were never loud or abrasive,
They didnt believe that looks were all and,
Most important, they never put me down.
A couple of months of rigid dieting will soon put you right.
You know what they say:
Inside every fat woman is a thin woman trying to get out.
Their most attractive features
(Their hearts, their souls, their loyalty) had gone, and yet
They were better liked, by some.
I cant believe one of those skinny bitches is trying to get out of me.
Im fat, and good, and kind, and sincere, and I dont believe
Theres any other woman inside me,
Any better body, or anybody better.













Comments
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"'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.'"
---The Duchess.
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The answer to your question is yes
My icon was made by cremecake
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The answer to your question is yes
My icon was made by cremecake
Big girls, you are are beautiful. Keep on rocking the world cause who else is gonna do it?
Cause without us big girls, the skinny ones just arent skinny.
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With your heart, can you take me
With your heart, can you break me
With your heart, can you forsake me,
With your heart can you make me.
The world is going crazy, so the more insane you are, the easier it is.
Stereotypes are stupid.
It's kind of beside the point, and maybe even undermines it a little, but I must remind you that there are men who like big women for their bodies.
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With your heart, can you take me
With your heart, can you break me
With your heart, can you forsake me,
With your heart can you make me.
The world is going crazy, so the more insane you are, the easier it is.
Stereotypes are stupid.
As for the story as a whole, it's cleverly written and incredibly fresh -- your narrator is accepting of herself without being whiny or holier-than-thou (well, maybe a little holier-than-thou, but appropriately so given her situation). You speak with dignity and unvarnished honesty instead of the hollow self-righteousness often found when someone with less talent attempts the same sort of story. So awesome.
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