I decide to change the world
not my size.
Become an activist.
Creating ugly, angry artwork.
I am frustratingly
green and untrained,
feel like I’ve fallen behind,
missed my chance
to be a real artist,
but I’m passionate
and there is no such thing
as too late to remember
we are all artists.
Creating is an act of courage and hope,
and as for me and my art,
pretty is not the point.
Although damn do I wish
I could draw nice hands.
I deface my bathroom scale, add
A Warning
because a scale can’t measure
anyone’s sparkling personality.
I repurpose fashion dolls into
Anorexia Ana*.
*Accessories include
a pink bathroom scale and
modeling contract!
and Bulimia Mia*
*with realistic purging action!
Have endless hours of fun helping them up when they faint!
And be sure to collect all of their hair
as it falls out in clumps!
I create bright pink Ms. Yuk stickers
that warn, “Poisonous Image!”
and post them throughout NYC
over ads that glorify starvation.
I run a website dreamer-girl.com
get invited
to present my artwork
at a national eating disorder conference.
I share my story
at churches and high schools and universities.
Give slideshow presentations,
point my finger and shout
“Bullshit!”
to photoshopped images,
impossible standards,
and a wicked diet industry that
runs on the toxic fuel
of all of us hating our bodies,
feeding the fantasy
we each need to lose
approximately ten
to eighty-five pounds.
As if we have nothing better
to focus on.
Fuck that.
Your body does not need
to be remodeled.
It needs
to be respected,
for the light it holds,
the light you are.
It’s a reckless act of rebellion
to love your body
as it is,
to accept every inch,
to celebrate
cellulite, curves,
and all the bouncy bits.
But please
I beg you
do it anyway.
Love yourself.
Your body parts
will not be dissected
from your heart and mind
and inner light. Loving yourself means
loving all of yourself.
And oh precious one,
just look now at that torch
in your very own hand.
See its unique brightness.
Do not compare it
or criticize it
or be ashamed
if it seems
not enough
or too weak.
Know that your light
is sacred.
Feel its power burning.
Shining with liberty
and creativity
and life
and youness
and pure love.
Join me,
raise your torch high in the air
and share it with the world.
THE END