I’m tall,
And a little chubby.
So what?
It’s not a crime.
But in our perfect, flawless society,
It’s a great opportunity,
For laughter,
And ha-has.
Sure, go ahead.

“What’s up, whale?”
“Look at that huge girl over there.”
“She’s tall and wide.”
“Excuse me, madam.
Oh, sorry.
How are you not married?
Have they gone blind?”
“You’re still not married?
I swear everyone would think you’re younger than 30.”

I’ve lost a lot of weight,
Thank God.
But they still criticize me.
They don’t like leaving people alone.
“You need to lose some weight here.”
“You know, if you weren’t tall,
I would’ve married you off to I-don’t-know-who.”
“You know, if you weren’t big,
You would’ve looked younger.”
“Does no one propose to you?
Can’t find someone your size?”
Those are actually the nice comments I get.
There are other rude,
And offensive ones.
Ones that don’t merely hurt your feelings.
They cut you down to the quick.

I keep telling myself,
That God created me like this.
I did everything I could.
I lost weight.
I tried.
Until I lost confidence in myself,
And started believing that no matter what I do,
I’ll never be beautiful,
And I’ll never receive a nice compliment.
I hate myself, to be honest.