You don't havw to try to shrink me

 

You don’t have to try to shrink me.

I won’t fit in your pill.

So you won’t fit me on your magazine cover,

In your clothing stores

Or on the medical bills.

You won’t give me healthcare,

Cause my care is tied

To a shrinking body.

I have gotten used to health

Being something that’s denied.

You will tell me I will be pretty

If I only lost the weight.

And tell me about the pants

That doesn’t fit, like

It’s my body type you hate.

And you do all these things 

And so much more, unprovoked.

I wish you realised what

You are saying but I know

That you won’t.