broken bikes

of sizes

everyone thinks

that being slim

equals being happy

but have you ever thought

of the pressure

that comes with having

a socially acceptable physique?

the idea that,

because she is a size two,

she is perfect

there is nothing

more condemning

than the label

of perfection

that size two

has become a noose

around her throat

she strives to fit 

into that horrid size two,

because society has decided

that she must

because there is something

very disturbing, and also very compelling,

about being perfect

you're so skinny

does not always mean

you must be so happy;

the two have no correlation

so let her grow a little,

let her fall back

onto a size four

because no matter 

whether she is a two or a four,

or a fucking twenty-eight,

she is beautiful