William Chaplar (August 18,1961 / Trenton, New Jersey)
Do The Math
This is for all the plus-sized folk who battle with the scale;
who time and time again have been on diets that have failed.
You confront people who feel obligated to advise
on all the negative aspects connected to your size.
But none of your detractors seem to ever have a clue
how all those hurtful things they say affect people like you.
Just who exactly is it that determines how we should
fill out the clothes we wear so that the world says we look good?
I mean, if one just does the math, it's likely they will find
that big-boned folk are daily leaving skinny folk behind.
With so many Americans defined as "overweight, "
perhaps it's time the definition be brought up to date.
Because it won't be long from now till sympathy is felt
for that poor thing perched over there who's so grotesquely svelte.
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