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I Jiggle When I Dance: A Poem

TW: Fat (reclaimed), eating disorder recovery mention, obesity mention, body image issues mention

 I've been posting a lot of poetry lately because that's the content my brain has been able to produce, but I'm going to try to get some regular content to you soon. In the meantime, there is far to little fat positivity on this blog, as I grapple with my own eating disorder recovery, obesity, and body image issues. In that vein, I bring you my new fat positivity poem, "I Jiggle When I Dance".

I Jiggle When I Dance

When I dance

My stomach wiggles side to side

Even after I stop moving

 

The movement of my breasts

Is really obvious

And I’m learning

Not to try to hide it

 

My feet on the floor

Would make creaks and thumps

Except

 

If I move my lower half

My joints scream in pain

And I have to stop dancing

 

So I dance with the top of me

Jiggles and all

And I’m learning to be free

 

To love myself more freely

To live in my fat body

And to dance with my eyes wide open

 

I jiggle when I dance

Because I am fat

And fat bodies, fat stories, fat lives

Are beautiful.

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