This rain is everything.
High Fives for Feminism!(revamped) by Midge Blitz
Coming very soon to the shop in all the glorious forms of stickers, prints, and pocket mirrors!
I am fat.
this is something I have been trying to understand since I could understand that a body could possibly be wished away. I have been avoiding mirrors to pretend my body is nothing more than a shell casing for my beautiful insides, my grapevine ribcage that takes people and wraps them round my heart.
I have been pretending I’m someone I’m not since I was seven. been pretending like I don’t feel my stomach push up against the back of my guitar, that my legs don’t shake when I run to catch my best friend in my arms, that those arms are slim like newly borne trees.
they are not. I am not.
I am fat. I have more pulling against my bones than most do. I have to be careful about what I buy because the fabric might pull against my skin and show what I truly look like underneath the folds and cracks and that, according to cosmo and vanity fair and myself and myself, is not allowed. no one has seen me naked with the lights on. not even me.
I am cute but I am not thin. those things are not mutually exclusive. I am allowed to drive without sucking my stomach in. I have more to think about than what I look like to everybody else. I have flowers blooming in my head all the time, poetry falling out of my mouth when I only except rain. and it’s been raining here more than I like, and I don’t feel comfortable without a sweater on. but I’m learning.
it’s 12 am and I love myself. it’s going to be 1 am soon and I might not anymore, but I want you to know that, right now, I am beautiful. and I still will be even when I don’t believe it.
and so will you.
we will be gorgeous to the mirror even when we think we aren’t. don’t hide yourself away behind arms and curved spines. wear your skin with pride, and I will try to do the same.
our dna is dotted with anomalies and perfection and it will hold us up even when our bones are filled with grief. my mother loves me and soon, someone will smile at you just because you smiled at them. and that is something that can never be defined as fat.
we are not all we wish weren’t on the other side of the glass. we are not only fat and your high school’s prom queen is more than just thin. we are powerful and loving and kind and angry and perfect and perfect and
I am perfect.