When Fat Girls Dream

[Donna]

This is the title of a poem I found today while flipping through my copy of What Are You Looking At? The First Fat Fiction Anthology, edited by Donna Jarrell and Ira Sukrungruang. It was interesting and evoked some strong mixed emotions in me. I wanted to share the poem with you all and get other folks' opinions on it. The author, btw, is J D Haddaway.

When fat girls dream
It is not of pies filled with cream,
And chocolate so sweet it would
Make their Mothers cry.
Nor do they dream in wishes
For Marilyn Monroe's waist
And Lana Turner's legs-
Hip bones, cheek bones and short strapless dresses;
These would be easy,
the lottery wins of fat girls
That everyone would understand.

At night when round cheeks push eyes closed
And dimpled fingers tuck like prayer
Under extra chins
Their dreams are much smaller:
A dance with a man not blind drunk,
A folding chair that won't cringe,
One pair of non-stretch pants
And a mother/aunt/grandmother whose doesn't say
"You could be such a pretty girl..."

They awaken with possibilities
That die in the bathroom mirror,
IN the closet, in the refrigerator.
They wrap themselves up
In smiles and dark skirts
Step out their door into the thin air of morning
And maybe
Just maybe
Into the arms of a man with Rubens' eyes.

 

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