Poem Analysis: Thiughs R Us

Thighs “R” Us.
Big as a bus.

I know this is it at least.
What they think of me: a beast.

Why can’t they see past a body or a face?
Instead of judging people with such haste?

I am beautiful on the inside.
In there, I have nothing to hide.

But they don’t pay attention to what you find there.
They don’t care.

Then it changed, I told them how I feel.
Now they know, my feelings are real.

And suddenly it’s like the weight is lifted.
And their view of me is shifted.

I feel like I fit in.
I feel like I don’t have to be thin.