slam poetry??????? maybe idk fuck it

when the fuck did i choose to be skinny?
social menus play it up like it's some big prize,
but i never said to the waiter "no ass, tits, or thighs,"
i thought i was supposed to be a woman -
there's an order i'd say yes to,
but i'm not included in the populace who's
allowed to call themselves so;
oh no.
i'm an evil tool used by social media
to tell girls who are bigger than me to throw up after that big mac,
put that slice of cake back you fat sack of shit,
don't you wanna be skinny?
don't you want people to pester you, askin'
"how'd you get so thin?"
"do you toss out more than you put back in?"
"you're so lucky," they say,
and i still remember the day
i walked into a clinic FOR THE FLU
which happened to deal with anorexia too.
all eyes on me.
being "too skinny" isn't considered a real problem
unless it's an eating disorder.
and trust me - i got no problems with eating.
but no one else gives a shit.
being a size zero is a jackpot in magazines,
'til you go out and try to buy a pair of jeans
and the "real" women tell you it ain't a "real" size.
how come in order to accept our bodies we have to critique the bodies of others?
like how you're allowed to comment when the number's small
and when the scale reads large you can't comment at all?
when the fuck did i ask to be skinny?
'cause honestly, waiter,
this better be on the house.