Wherever I go people keep on pestering me on what to do,
Say I find it too much; I’m not plus size
And I need to get that I have
I never told anyone where to get off
Everyone keeps judging me
“Don’t eat this, don’t drink this,”
How long must I keep tolerating this?
It’s becoming more for me
It’s starting to swallow me
Help me I’m at my wits end
Having more meat at the right places doesn’t mean I need your meddling