Love your curves, your hips, your ass,
Attract the boys from in your class.
They lie you know to force-feed you
Junk and shit and feminist views.
Nothing’s changed, no new respect,
They still just worship the stick insect.
You get good grades, you have a laugh,
You’re a DD cup but you’re too fat.
No longing stares or forward chats,
Or being chased like starving cats.
Alone forever, or until
Those scales of yours hit eight stone three.
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