Skinny Girl Anthem
This is for the girls. The girls with small yansh wey dey shake and small boobs. The girls who get exempted from body positivity roll calls that do not involve thick girls. Timi, we know that we don’t meet your standard and we’re not bothered. You want a girl who’s well endowed in front or a pair of ass that you can grab. As always, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you can do you. To each their own.
We, the unreal women with no curves will be here moving to Rema’s bounce as the stick figures that we are. We’ll be here, in our corner, with our thigh gaps and hips jutting out, popping with our bad bitch energy. Say what you will, but we know how many guys would wait in line for our genre. We know how many will bend over for a one-night hit without hesitation. We’ve lost count of those who live in the sky just by riding by us.
Who gave the order that skinny girls can’t complain? Come out, we want to check something. We don’t need you wondering how we carry our D-cups with our bodies. You can either put your tongue back in or call the truth out as it is. But, don’t deflect from your fancy with insensitive talk.
We don’t need our kitties to be handled with care. When we need that, we’ll let you know. But for now, we want our backs blown out until further notice. We want to be lifted, twisted, flipped and on top. If you need to see things jiggle, don’t come running to us, only to push us to change for you later. We are not your cup of tea, and we are never going to try hard to be.
We don’t need you asking us if we’ve eaten. Don’t ask us to prove it to you either. Don’t roll your eyes when we talk about trying to gain weight. And, if you can’t help it, maybe you should try looking the other way. We don’t need your permission to work out. We don’t need a career change to athletics just because your skewed compliments suggest so. Put us down, fool. We are not strength testers. Don’t pollute our minds with eating disorders and mental health issues in the name of wokeness, when you’re the delusional one.
What if we can’t donate blood? What if we have anorexia or any other mental health disorder to worry about? What about it? Do you need to add to our problems by making us more anxious? Do you need to remind us and put us down in the open constantly to feel better about yourself?
We don’t need you dangling our problems in our faces. We don’t need your projections. We are no longer accepting insecurity dumps. None of us is feeling better just because you dream to have our bodies. What makes you think your jokes about our weight are not as hurtful as the ones you make about fat girls? We’re both beautiful and you can go fuck yourselves.
We don’t do uncushioned chairs because our buttbones deserve better. If you want to hug us, we don’t need your excuse about how you’re scared you’re going to break us. We don’t need your stale jokes about the wind carrying us away. Save yourself the worry and use it for something in your own life.
We’ll wear our bodycons proudly and make fashion statements without the confines of a belt. We won’t have you tell us why we can’t have big T-shirts on. Prints or no prints, skinny jeans or baggy, flares or pencil skirts, layers or no layers, vertical stripes or zero, we’ll create the illusion we want with our bodies.
When we stare at the mirror, we won’t be plagued by the thoughts of your snide comments and remarks. We won’t let the idea of disappearing from our own skin suffocate our confidence. We don’t need you to define what is sexy. Skinny or Curvy, confident or not, sexy is sexy and you can’t touch that. So, argue with your sanity.
