Shit rant poems

Jiggly//Hurt

I knew that I was getting "jiggly"

I saw it in the mirror

In tight jeans

In tighter shirts

There were lumps in all the wrong places

But ultimately

It didn't hurt at first

But

It hurt when I couldn't sit down without a snarky remark

On my "growth"

That was just my thighs

It hurt when I couldn't buy clothes without a lecture on what I'm "lacking"

That was just my boobs

Or "lack" thereof

It hurt when I couldn't leave the dressing room

Because my normal shirt size didn't fit
And the salesmen made me wanna cry

That was just my stomach

It stopped hurting

When I didn't give a fuck anymore

Not with bullshit padded bras and dresses

Not with girl chats about flat chests

Not with bitchy gloating people

And comments like
"they'll come through when you get your rags"

It also helps

That my wardrobe changed

To suit my new confident feel

And now I've evened out

Boobs are like a weapon
That stay hidden under layers of school uniform

And come out on weekends and weeknights

To breathe

Thighs are just there
Now I know I cant blame 'them' on myself

It wasn't glutton

It was genetics

And it shouldn't have taken so long to know that

My stomach has always been this way

I think puberty made it more apparent

And if I really can't embrace it

I'll diet

When I can be bothered

Until then

I will embrace the new me

Who never gives a fuck

And has the dazzling
Unashamed
Honesty
And confidence
Of a Dove ad model

And just lives her best life

And refuses

To let

ANY

Of that

Complete

And utter

Bullshit

Ever hurt her