Regardless of what you might think,
I am not defined by one single word.
I am as complex as anyone.
Sometimes strong, sometimes weak.
Sometimes focused, sometimes scatterbrained.
Sometimes outgoing, sometimes withdrawn.
But you look at me, and you only think one thing.
Over and over.
Fuck that insufferable word and everything attached to it!
Fat isn't merely a word,
But a curse that follows closer than your own shadow,
Three letters that spell out your only defining physical feature.
Because, in reality,
Nobody cares about my dimples.
Nobody cares about my scars.
Nobody cares about my soul.
Just my fat.
For all my largeness, the real me is still invisible.