I’m Fat
I love the way you look. But I’m Fat
I love your legs. “But I’m Fat”
I love the shape of your butt. “But I’m Fat”
I love your figure. “But I’m Fat”
I love your waist. “But I’m Fat”
I love your back. “But I’m Fat”
I love the way your body looks. “But I’m Fat”
I love the color of your eyes. “But I’m Fat”
I love your lips. “But I’m Fat”
The color of your skin. “But I’m Fat”
you can’t convince me that you’re ugly, you use the word Fat like a four letter word. You see yourself as the world would want you to be. I see you through eyes you don’t posses, you can borrow mine, but you refuse with distaste and harsh words. There is nothing I can say or do or show you that you are beautiful, Society is misinformed, inundated with the misconception that women must be “Barbie’s“, that you have to have the corset waist, the protruding hip bones, the xylophone ribs , the gaunt face, but they are the sick ones, the unhealthy, the idiotic Kens of the world. You may see yourself as Fat, but I see you as picturesque as someone I want to be with, as someone that I’d be happy to immortalize, sculpt, paint, someone that I’d be with forever.
Loose your weight, starve yourself, live life with Atkins, do your painful workouts, and be sick for the remainder of your days on a beautiful planet, miss your fun with friends and loved ones, miss the landscapes that just wants to be seen, miss a birth. All cause “Ken” said so.
“Fuck you Ken!!!!!!!”
Peaceful 
