We’re thick and curvaceous, we’re called fat,
We’re not thick and curvaceous, we’re called flat,
Every time we wear a bra it feels an inch tighter,
We step on the measuring scale in hopes of becoming lighter.
The skinny ones are entirely beat,
Of being asked whether or not they eat,
It’s the evils of society making us believe,
That without a perfect body we women can’t live.
My mother tells me beauty is within,
Then why does society keep telling us to be thin?
We’re sick of worrying whether we’re flat or have flab,
We’d like to be happy with the body we have,
This is a request from all women everywhere,
Society, stop judging the bodies we bear.