Elementary school:
“You’re taking up the whole bench,
Where am I going to sit?”

The boys were scared of me;
They’d run away from me and yell,
“She’s going to eat us!
Don’t piss her off because she’ll eat you if she’s hungry!”

After I finished elementary school,
I transferred to another school,
Where I ended up meeting a group of girls whom I called “friends”;
They used to tell me that I was their bodyguard.

The hardest thing was that I didn’t find emotional support at home.
My mother used to look at me with sympathy and father was ashamed of me.
I was lucky on days my father kept his teasing to just,
“You’re as big as a house!”
They decided to take me to a nutritionist.
I was put on a chemical diet,
And ever since then I’ve been caught in this vicious cycle.

I accept myself, but even if I didn’t,
It’s not anyone’s business if and when I’ll lose weight.
And my parents force me to go to a nutritionist.

Things got even worse when I went to university.
Soon they might even force a “taking-up-extra-space” tax on fat people.