I have spent too long holding in my stomach
Sucking in fat that is beautiful
And meant to shine in the sun
Hiding my thighs with fabric
My skin wants to be seen
I want to be seen
I want to see me
And every fold and dimple
That catches the gaze
I will never hide myself again
From the wrath of insecure men
Or insecure culture
I have arrived
In all of my fatness
Displayed in joy