Skinny

(Dit gedicht is niet van mezelf, het is een spoken word van Dodie Clark maar ik vind ‘m heel gaaf dus wou ik ‘m toch hier zetten zodat mensen ‘m kunnen lezen. Het staat ook als een filmpje op YouTube)


I love my body!
We know that’s a lie.
Because I can’t wear leggings
They show my big thighs
I don’t conform to society’s rules!
But it sure would be nice to look thin by the pool
I’m tubby and proud I say out loud
But staring at my fat is not allowed
I’ll pull up my tights and wear baggy tops
And Google how many calories are in lollipops.

They say “be healthy be happy” and I am neither
But I don’t want to munch salad either!
My stomach is screaming for more than just leaves
Stuff me with chocolate and chips and cheese!
The three dreaded c’s where the calories are in the triple digits

And satisfaction of scoffing is just so short
Even while you’re munching there’s these thoughts
That dread of looking down and seeing a dome of my skin
I’ll eat broccoli tomorrow, by next week I’ll be thin

And I know that everyone’s beautiful
A bit of tub doesn’t matter at all!
When I look at people I see their hope
Their smiles and happiness, how well they cope
With loss and stress and illness and death
Why do we obsess about being skinny?

Arms and legs that you could snap
A slender neck, a stomach that’s flat
Give me a jawbone, make me feather light
Slice off some thickness, melt my cellulite
Oh make me a princess, a size zero fairy
But that just can’t happen. Unless I give up dairy
Nothing tastes better than skinny feels
Tell that to my mouth as I greenify my meals.
Maybe I’ll go for a run today
Or maybe I’ll eat ice cream, until I feel okay

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