Don’t waste my life
talking to me of calories, kilojoules,
2lbs lost here, 5lbs gained here.
Because my life – and yours – is too precious
to spend time on dead-ends
dictated by a society terrified of abundant, free, daring, loose,
fleshy, juicy, freewheeling, wildish women.
I rejoice that I am a
Ferocious Funny Frisky Fierce
Amusing Amazing Astounding Abundant
Terrific Tantalising Thrilling Tremendous
Yes, FAT woman – but you can be any shape, just your own,
only be the woman
who howls at the moon, dances in delight at the bringer of tides
and emotions and ebbing and flowing seas and rivers;
who peers at the soft rays of the moon glowing in a dark sky
filling your soul with radiant light;
who whirls like a Dervish in joyous worship
of the heat of the sun and feels
the warmth filling your cells, marrow, bones, blood
who looks at the magnificent miracle of an azure sky,
feels the air moving over your body as winds and breezes
stir our juices;
that life on earth is so wonderful, thrilling, gorgeous,
fabulous, rich, earthy, exciting, sad, noble, anxious, boring,
bright, loving, kind, careless
but above all
So no, I won’t waste a moment
of this precious life
worrying about “dangerous” food
which most likely is rich, luscious, luxuriant
cakes, sweets, jewel-like, glowing jellies, food rich with glistening chocolate,
gorgeous cherries, abundant apples, perfect peaches,
cheery croissants, rich artisanal bread, oily olives.
I choose life, not a living death of
listening to fat-hating, woman-fearing tyrants
ranting and raving
against luscious, reubenesque, glorious
fat (or thin) bodies.
Come – hold my hand – join a circle
to dance the glee of life, the ferociousness of living life to the fullest
to honour our presence here on this wonderful, beautiful, glorious world,
just as you, me, we are wonderful, beautiful, glorious beings
who light the world with our lives, our passion
and our love of our bodies just as they are.
We are wise, witchy, warrior women:
hear our ROAR!