Poem: "Bulky"

I am in an identity conundrum

stepping in-between fandoms

of the curvaceous and athletic

self-acceptance and aesthetic

The perspective gets complex.

I see nothing wrong with self love

when it's not at another's expense

but if love means feeding n addiction

then the answer becomes "it depends"

On this journey

Every bite is a rep in the other direction

Processed foods trying to kill my discretion

Push and pull until I feel the burn

fighting to love this skin in return

When I look in a mirror

And see who is standing there

I remember what little love I started with

And the adequacy I longed for

Someday I'll find or make it;

But for now,

once more.