I'm jealous of her.
She, who carries beauty like she owns it.
She, who snatched beauty from Demeter's fields.
I've always held beauty like I've borrowed it,
like a child caught up the apple tree,
and always, inevitably,
I've been accused of stealing it.
Because who the hell am I,
how dare I,
take possession of something that,
I've been told I don't deserve?
How dare fat be beautiful?
How dare fat be loved?
How dare I stand in the places of desire,
and say I belong?
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