Yo, Thick girl, sitting in her seat worried if the sides of her shirt have risen or the shorts she had put on were too tight.
Thick girl, trying to lose weight to fit the status quote, to mold your luscious body into the thing society demands.
Starving because you’re done weeping about not being able to wear those jean shorts all the other girls are wearing.
Scared to wear a bikini in public because you are convinced you will be judged and mocked.

Yo, Thick girl.
You are perfection, in the most desirable way possible.
From your thighs, thick and strong enough to crush all the words of all those who have spoken illy into a thousand sparkling pieces in which you would dance to show their beauty.
Your love handles, so grippable only a real man deserves to hold them.
Your stomach made out to be a beer gut nothing more than another part of your glorious body.
All these things in which you try to change because they aren’t considered the correct definition of beauty.

So many nights you have hung your head to cry because the size of your waist matters more than the size of your heart, in this world those who have a little more to love are shamed into thinking they are unwanted and disgusting to look at. That a girl that doesn’t fit a size zero shouldn’t go to the beach without a shirt to cover her body. She may not walk down the halls of her high school without some boy coming to her to say how she doesn’t have a “thigh gap.” And when she goes to defend her pride she is embarrassed by being asked if she would sit on them.

Yo, skinny boy in the hallway with a rude mouth, I will sit on you.
To shame a young girl for the body she was blessed with is to insult the hips that bore you, the breasts that fed you and the thick woman that raised you.

I weep for you, Thick girl. For I too know the feeling of being followed, crushed, melted down and made into the monster I am today.
But not till the day you give in and say enough is enough that they will say you are beautiful and worth it in every way.

Yo, Thick girl.
You are beautiful.
You are worth it in every way.
Let your shirt ride up, let those jean shorts frame your sinful hips.
And when they say you can’t because you are ‘fat’.
Say you can.
Because you are thick.