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::: Curves :::

To say that I have “curves” would be a bit of an understatement.
To me, the phrase always seemed to lack specific definition, anyway.
Who doesn’t have curves? Even the frailest body possesses some kind of definition that generally isn’t expressed in sharp angles.
To me it always seemed like a cop-out, tainted with sarcasm.
Rolling dips and peaks, intense round spots, smatterings of paunch here and there, but certainly not “curves”.
What is that supposed to be, the feminized version of an old standard?
A sugar-coated way to say I’m fat? If you don’t mind I’d rather take the high road.
I won’t dance around it. I never have, I don’t plan to.
If you want to say I’m fat, I’ll most likely agree with you.
There’s no sense in dancing around the truth, is there?
I’ve never been much for sweetener, unless we’re talking about food, which is really what this little rant is all about, so it’s all relative.
If you want to tell me something, tell me without holding back.
I’ve battled weight issues my whole life, and yet I do not ask for your sympathy.
I do not even ask for your understanding.
I merely ask that you look at me as a person.
Yes, I am “Big”. Fat, curvy, chubby, paunchy, whatever synonym you like.
If you bothered at all to look past all that, perhaps you’d manage a glimpse at something more.
What is a body? A hollow shell to be filled with a soul and a vast wealth of basic information?
Unfortunately, it’s the first thing we all see. Even the deepest eyes cannot fathom what lies beyond that, upon first glance.
He’s “hot”. She’s “sexy”. Look at the mobile outline of flesh and bone, carrying that soul around.
Look at that smile, those eyes, that hair.
Look at that cute ass.
No. Look at her soul.
Look at his mind.
Stop looking and talk.
And still you insist on glossing over the truth.
F*ck you, I’m not curvy, I’m fat.
I’m fat, and my mind is on fire.
I have things to say, I have opinions.
I have a body to contain my soul.
Perhaps you’re simply jealous because my body has more room for my soul, is that it?
I’m fat, she’s thin, he’s jacked, she’s toned.
Say what you want about me, but I give the best hugs.
But I guess you’ll never know because you’re too busy being fascinated with the slice of pizza in my hand.

Written by: ~ Lynsey Moon