this started out as a love letter

julietburgess:

My fat body
does not have curves;
it has speedbumps.

I am not your picturesque fatty
as they say
because my stretchmarks
climb my stomach like vines
on a tree watered by blood.

My texture isn’t fluffy,
as you might prefer it be.
My body is rough -
textured like an old armory;
built so long ago, it is
covered in forests of stories.

My face naturally glows, but
not like a blushing bride. Rather;
hungry, bubbling passionate red-
fed boiling holy water and
prayed upon, like rosary beads.