So How Are You Supposed To Believe You Are?
It’s not a new story. Fat Chick Gets Heart Broken By Alcoholic Commitaphobe Because She Doesn’t Think She Can Do Better.    What    a     surprise It’s one of the most cliched. the one you’re taught to avoid    Like when you look in the mirror and avoid looking anywhere    but your face
But no one tells you how you get there. No one tells you that fat girls can flirt And flirt well    If a breathy little   “fuck”    is any indication No one tells you he’ll laugh so hard his sides hurt Because he’s not used to funny women. No one tells you that he’ll actually call you beautiful when he’s inside you    And you can forget not to believe him No one tells you that you’ll taste salt on your lips from his tears When he’s thanking you for saving his life And when your bodies are molded together, you actually forget about your rolls.    And you think, “Oh. This is… Okay.” No one tells you    That you finally feel like a person
So you don’t realize Until when you walk in On him fucking the skinny broad With the rocking bod and vacant expression    That he never thought of you as one.
