I am the shape that is not deserving of the spotlight
My shape should be cleverly disguised at all times
Until my lazy, fat ass can conform to their preferences
I am just ‘asking for’ their slurs and their hate crimes.
I am the eyes that look straight through them
My short clumped eyelashes flutter for no man
These eyes scowl, scrunch up and stare at them
My feet froze to the spot, but my mascara ran.
I am the untoned arms covered by capped sleeves
My arms are strong but they are marked forever
The same arms that can fight his heavy body off me
Are the same arms that can cradle my children together.
I am the ass that is just never gonna cut it
My ass will never be perfect enough for their lace
This ass will be groped, slapped and grabbed
They want to feel my flesh but never see my face.
I am the breasts pushed up, pushed out and reshaped by their bras
My breasts will never live up to porn expectations
These breasts will be measured, judged and mused upon
But they will be censored if they are shown for lactation.
I am the mouth that will make intolerable noise
My mouth will shout and swear inconvenient truths
This mouth, that they said was only good to suck their dick,
Will not be bound by their oppressive ideals of beauty, sex and youth.
A poem by Jessica Eaton