You call me fat
To try and make me cry.
What’s it got to do with you?
I always wonder why.
My body is mine,
And none of me is yours.
To do with as I wish,
To please and adore.
My body is made of beauty
And has created life.
My body makes me a mother
And makes me a wife.
My body holds my spirit inside.
There gets no better than that.
So I really don't need to give a shit,
If you think all I am is fat.
