I wrote this poem while sitting and flipping through a fashion magazine. I became disgusted and angered at the portrayal of women as objects, and at the fact that our society no longer considers a woman beautiful if she is not a size 6. I became angry for the taunting I had received as a child, and at the taunting my friends had received that drove them to eating disorders to feel popular and loved. I may be larger than a fashion model, but I still think I am attractive. And I see many other large women every day who are beautiful, because of their smile or charm. And I think it is time for society to tell these women that they are beautiful and worthy, and that they should not hide because they carry extra weight.

I wrote this poem one night, when I desperately wanted to be with my boyfriend who lives 3000 miles away. The pain of a long distance relationship is more acute on some nights, and on this night I felt overwhelmed by my desire to be with him, and defeated by the reality that I could not.

This poem was written for a past love, a very draining, new kind of relationship for me; draining both sexually and emotionally