i am in love with this woman

..because she says so much truth we wish we said ourselves.

"SKINS" Open Mic: Kim Selling from Champ Ensminger on Vimeo.

‘fat bottomed girls’.

“if every bastard who had ever judged my body

were lined up in front of me

firing squad-style

and i was given the right

to do with them as i pleased,

i would be at a loss.

i would probably yell

—eat me!—

because i love a good fat girl pun,

but there’s nothing else left inside

to make them understand

the extreme ignorance and misspent pain they embody.

you can all just fucking EAT ME.

devour my scarlet throbbing flesh

like junior high vultures

like sorority pledge councils

like debutante beauty queens

i don’t look like you

what the fuck else is new?

there is no footnote

in the regulations index of my life

that tells me i have to sleep on ellipticals

and suck down the hopeful semen

of boys named jimmy

until you understand my body.

you won’t ever understand my body.

i am miss piggy, i am mama cass, i am fucking aretha.

and i love being these women.

i love being fat.

my thighs shriek rough and ready sex

like downtown thunder

my ass drips vanilla milkshakes

and my personal style is baby gay madonna

meets crop top goth

AND IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER.

being fat doesn’t make me different,

—fuck, i look like america—

but loving that i’m fat

makes me a pillsbury rebellion.

i hold protests in my mouth

when i eat in public

picket signs wallpaper my willing body

when i dance naked in my apartment.

RIOTS NOT DIETS is tattooed across my chest

and i live for the moment

when i shock you into silence.

because being me is political

and you never voted for this shit.

body image is just bad english for

how hard you stomp the sidewalk

or how many cracks in the mirror

you’ve traced.

i may have been picked last in softball,

but i was nationally ranked in tennis,

and you’ll never be ready for this jelly

because all you nibble on

are sad-ass spoonfuls of

organic low sodium peanut butter.

yeah, i tend to date black guys

and i rarely say no to a homemade baked good

but that says no more about me than —

how you chew big red compulsively when you’re nervous, or

how you can never say no to your mother —

says about you.

so just let it be.

we’re grown-ups now, i think.

there are no more lunch time kickball teams,

and i already have a date to the next dance.

so when you feel the need

to pretend to be concerned

about my health or well-being

just know that i’ve already let go of the trigger

firing squad-style

just know that you don’t have

to count the calories

when i tell you

to fucking eat me.”

here is her tumbler page;-)

http://theavantguard.tumblr.com/post/3978858372/this-is-a-video-of-me-from-a-couple-weeks-ago