The Weight He Claimed
Her body takes up space—but she’s been trained to apologize for it, to contain it, to make it smaller than it actually is.
Up close, I see the truth of her.
She is not the caricature men like him reduce her to.
Her body is full, yes—hips rounded and solid beneath the fabric of her clothes, thighs strong, heavy in a way that speaks of gravity and presence. The kind of body that exists undeniably, that cannot be ignored without effort. Her breasts pull slightly at the front of her shirt, the fabric stretched not obscenely, just honestly, as if it refuses to lie about her shape.