Fat with Fats..

Layer of skin over another

I’m better of standing

For when I sit down

Unending rings surround me

Round and round they go

Covering up any evidence

That beneath I’m made up of bones.

 

I can count my friends on one hand

The rest laugh behind my back

When alone

They discuss me with their subconscious

But when in groups

They laugh describing each part

I disgust them

They don’t say it out loud

But I know..

 

When we are having a Girls’ day out

They sneer when I order an extra plate of fries

The nights we decide to stay in

They whisper when I add another spoon of soup

Or serve myself an extra piece of chicken

Look at her

She shouldn’t be eating at all

I can read the words from their eyes

 

On hot days

We head to an ice cream joint

They all order different flavours

Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla

At times, they get a mixture of the variety

But when it is my turn

They expect me to take water

Can you imagine?

Plain mineral water!

They hope it will wash away the fats.

 

I prefer my so-called friends

For my family looks down upon me

At the breakfast table

They all watch as I sugar my cup of tea

Hiyo sukari imetosha!

One spoonful for me but several for them

Endelea tu hivyo, utapatwa na kisukari.

An aunt chips in

I should be having her slender frame

She thinks she is hotter than me.

 

As sad as it is

My self esteem hails from men

How they marvel at the sight

Of my behind shaking when I walk

Some ask for my number

Tako lako limenichizisha!

I smile at my phone reading the text over and over

I cover my wide body

Ready to sleep.

 

You don’t need the gym

My mother keeps saying

Time after time when I request for the membership fee

Start by skipping the rope

Walk around more

Keep yourself busy for heaven’s sake!

You are way too lazy

I can’t tell her I’m trying

I have been taught not to answer back my elders.

 

All I can do is sit here

Waiting, maybe

These rings of my existence

Will have had enough of tormenting me

Slowly they will shrink away

Leaving me with the ‘perfect’ body size..

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24 thoughts on “Fat with Fats..

  1. 😂😂😂Ooooh, ooh… Now I should be writing the ‘skinny’ version of this…. We eat after every two hours lots and lots of junk but never grow fat. The other day,i was told to literally *kunywa mafuta* to grow fat… Lololo!!

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  2. I relate to this completely!, it was just today that I was trying to write up diet plan for myself,just so that I could be “skinny like them”…thank you for this,shows that I’m actually not alone in this!,which weirdly makes me feel better

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  3. I will comment on the poetry before I drain myself in the waters of sentiment.

    Your poetry makes me feel African – no forced rhyme, no forced metre. Brilliant.

    Now about the waters of sentiment – the message is very captivating. When a fat-shamer reads this, they’ll twitch irritably. Thank you for giving us the truth.♥️

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  4. My oh my! What a piece of deep words. One must not care what others say. Life is a race, a horse race. In a horse race, horses “wear” blinders to keep them on their track. Son should we.

    We must filter out the notice and remain with our inner motive to be what we wanna be.

    And that discrimination and contempt is painful😕😕

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