Distorted World

When I walk by I know they are looking at me.
Waiting.
Expecting me to enter,
and be out of breath and sticky
from opening the door and walking inside.
It is because of my substance?
Is your disapproving stare intended to strip me of my dignity?
Who decided what you are is beautiful?

Authors Note:
This piece isn’t about size (being ‘fat’) but about substance;
about what we present to the world and how the world responds.
A person in a body referred to as ‘overweight’ is an easy way
to paint the picture but predjudeces are all around and within.
Let us be kind to ourselves and others. We are only love; let us be fat with love!!!