Plus Size Models: A Poem

To those who think plus size models are a bad influence,
I'm afraid I've got some bad news.
Diversity is a language in which you are not fluent,
And my people and I will preach inclusivity from our pews
Sing songs of self-love till we are shackled to our tombs.

Perhaps you think being plus size is a poor excuse of health,
And hence you and your BMI officers deplore
The fact that more women of more sizes are gaining wealth
Perhaps not in cash, nor in gold, but in amore,
In the admiration of plus size men and women whom they adore.

Health is not a number, nor is it a size,
So put down your magnifying glass and take a step back
Health cannot be measured by your poisonous eye,
Because if curves are bad, than so are those collarbones sticking out,
Deep and protruded bones; how is that better than fat?

No, you're dismissal of the plus size world
Has more to do with insecurity, and less to do with worry
Because if millions of differently shaped boys and girls
See Tara Lynn rocking her rolls in all her beauty
Maybe you'll have no one to put down but your selfie.

Size Blank: A Spoken Word Poem

Size: A Poem

Do you know that she diets everyday
Fights everyday, is hungry everyday,
So that one day she can burn her size blank dress
And wear a bikini to the beach,
Do you know?

No, you don't.
You think she eats candy day,
lays all day, is full all day,
So that one day she can rely on the government
To take care of her diabetes-ridden size blank dress
Do you know?

Do you know she clutches her fat in the mirror
Cries in the mirror, smashes the mirror
So that maybe the reflection will change right before her eyes
And she can finally see beauty smiling back at her
Do you know?

No, you don't.
You think she's never seen a damn mirror
Doesn't know her size, doesn't know she has fat
So you have to remind her every day,
And watch her smile fade away.
Do you know?

Do you know that one day she'll be done
Done hating her body, done hating herself,
So that she'll break out of societal chains
And scream Fuck You, I'm beautiful
Do you know?

No, you don't.
You don't think she deserves that.
Deserve self-respect, deserve any respect at all.
So next time you call her ugly and she whips around
choking you out with her size blank dress,
Then you'll know.

Spoken Word Contest: Enter!!!:)

Hello my angels!

UPDATE: THE WINNER WILL RECEIVE A 100$ GIFT CARD TO BATH AND BODY WORKS! (im dying inside)

I have great news for aspiring writers and poets!

This summer I will be sharing and performing several spoken word pieces on my blog and youtube channel.
Spoken word: a beautiful piece of poetry. Doesn't have to rhyme, just has to mean something.
TOPIC/THEME: my body

Option 1: Want to record your piece and have it featured on the blog for thousands to see?
Send me a clip of your performance before August 1st by email fudgeperfection@gmail.com or by twitter @FudgePerfection

Option 2: Too shy to actually record yourself? Want ME to perform your piece?
Again, send me your written piece by email, and I'll do my best to perform everyone's beautiful words<3

winner will be decided by the number of likes on the youtube video, so get your friends onboard! 


The more the merrier, so don't be shy and get involved. You won't regret it!

Bonjour a tous!

PRECISION: LE GAGNANT OU LA GAGNANTE RECEVRA UNE CARTE CADEAU DE 100$ CHEZ BATH AND BODY WORKS! (ihhhhhhhhhh, je meurs)

Cet été, je vais partager et performer plusieurs poésies récitées sur mon blog et chaine youtube. 
Poésie Récitée: un beau morceau de poésie. Pas besoin de rimes! 
SUJET / THÈME: mon corps 

Option 1: Vous voulez enregistrer votre pièce et le présenté sur le blog? 
Envoyez-moi un clip de votre performance avant le 1er Août par email fudgeperfection@gmail.com  ou par twitter @ FudgePerfection 

Option 2: Trop timide pour vous filmer? Vous voulez me voire perfomer votre oeuvre? 

Encore une fois, envoyez-moi votre pièce écrite par e-mail, et je ferai de mon mieux pour vous rendre fier <3

Gagnant ou Gagnante sera décidé par le nombre de "likes" sur le video Youtube. 



xoxo
Gabby

I Beg Of You: A Body Image Piece

Hello my angels!

I recently performed this spoken word piece, and wanted to share it with you all. Hope you enjoy:)

I beg of you, this small favour I ask,
When you hear me complain about my body
Take me by the shoulders and shake me
And tell me I am beautiful, tell me I am worthy,
So that I too can scream it from the tops of the city.

I beg of you, this is no small task,
When you watch me stare at my reflection in the mirror,
Shatter the glass so that I can see better,
Convince me that beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And If your sight tells you different, look a little harder.
You are not disgusting, not today, not ever.

I beg of you, don't think me crazy,
When you feel me upset about me weight
Erase the numbers on my scale, they don't matter anyway
Let them run with my self-doubt, let them fly away.

I beg of you, never forget this,
When you look into my eyes tonight,
realize that I am you, and you are me.
The only person you need to make you feel alright
To feel your warmth as your light shines bright
To share your beauty as it glows into the night,
Is your own self, your own soul, your own mind.
Best friends come and go, but self-esteem is for life.

The Kid In My Math Class: Depression Story

Hello my angel food cakes<3

First of all, spring is here! well, for some of us anyways. There's still a bit of snow in Connecticut:(
But nevertheless, spring and summer are best friends with another s word: SUNSCREEN.
Here's an article I wrote for Drop of Pink about the importance of SPF: click here to read

Also, quick shoutout to one of my readers Cam! I don't really get to meet most of my fudgies, so interacting with you through our mutual friend Laverne (name has been changed to protect identity) has been oh-so lovely. Many kisses<3
Back to my poem!
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Today at assembly we sat in silence.
Sullen, serious, surreal, was this experience.
There had been a terrible outbreak of bullying
and the virus was to be quarantined,
by sharing stories of teasing and torture
so one by one rows were standing.

It began so innocently;
In the 3rd grade I was alone on the playground;
In 5th grade I was too short, too tall, too skinny, too round.
But then this sophomore stood up, knees trembling,
A cynical guy in my math class not worth noticing,
until his voice echoed through the crowd.

As a child he was a bit awkward, a bit chubby.
Weren't we all, I thought, what a pity party. 
He was teased, he said, he was bullied a lot.
Then his voice cracked as he told the story
that one day, he had had enough of this misery;
Ran to the bathroom, wrapped his neck in a belt,
and tried to swing from the knot.

As they dropped, jaws broke the floor's wooden panels,
as he disintegrated into sobs, microphone booming his agony.
How could I have dismissed his pain, rolled my eyes in disbelief?
He struggled to finish his story, but when he looked up, he wasn't alone,
for hundreds of broken souls who had been silent all along
were cheering and clapping, telling him to stay strong.

If there is a moral to this poorly crafted mess,
it is that you never know who sits next to your desk.
However they may look, whatever they may say,
always take the time to ask if they're okay.
And whatever you do, never dismiss someone's pain,
for you never know when you'll see them again.

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xoxo

Gabby

Nothing Is Stronger: A Poem

Hello my dolls:)

This is a (sort of, I tried) translation of a piece I wrote for ANEB. To read the original in French, click here. 
Enjoy<3

I didn't stop eating for your pity;
Your empathy, your sympathy, I don't need 'em anyway.
I don't starve myself simply to be skinny,
to watch my bones shrink away;
No, my eating disorder is all about control.

Controlling my weight, controlling my body,
when everything else in my life is a mess.
When my brain cries out, begging for mercy,
Nothing numbs the pain like eating less.
Nothing in the world seems stronger,
than the pull of my eating disorder.

The booming voices that echo in my head;
Nothing is stronger.
The hollow concave of a stomach barely fed;
Nothing is stronger.
Lifeless eyes accompany my talk,
As my fragile bones barely let me walk.
But I don't care about death, I'm not afraid to wither;
Because nothing is stronger than my eating disorder. 

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But I was wrong, you see, for I decided one day
That I wouldn't let this monster steal my soul away.
I had had enough of the shame, the guilt, the self-loathing,
so I raised a white flag, faced the wind and started screaming,
Hoping that somewhere, someone was listening.

Every day is a war, a new enemy I meet.
Sometimes it's a victory, at times it's a defeat.
I fall, I get back up, but of this progress I am proud,
For I seldom understand the person I had once been.
My eating disorder is yesterday's sin;
There is nothing stronger than my will to win. 

Fat Girl, by Megan Falley

Hello my loves!

I hope you enjoyed my long reads post about self love and sexuality. If I had the time to write articles of that length and depth all the time, trust me girl I would.

Today, I am sharing with you a poem I found on thebodyisnotanapology.tumblr.com.
It's entitled Fat Girl, by Megan Falley.
I love how simplistic and direct it appears without compromising its depth and importance.
I recommend checking out her performance of the piece as well.
Check her out at meganfalley.tumblr.com

Hope You Enjoy<3

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Fat girl, fat jokes.

Fat girl, skinny friends.

Fat girl stand next to fatter people to look thin.

Fat girl, fat camp, five years.

(True)

Fat girl lost 2 pounds and you didn’t notice.

Fat girl love your garlic bread.

Fat girl, vegan.

Fat girl, but red velvet cupcake taste so delicious.

(They do, try them)

Fat girl, pretty face.

Fat girl, Dean’s list.

Fat girl want fries with that.

Fat girl, don’t touch her stomach.

Fat girl, turn the lights off.

Fat girl, keep her t-shirt on.

Fat girl not pregnant.

Fat girl, food baby.

Fat girl named her dog taco.

Fat girl, bad bulimic.

Fat girl, binge and no purge.

Fat girl can’t even throw up right.

Fat girl unbutton her pants at dinner.

Fat girl heard, “nothing tastes as good a thin feels.”

Fat girl certain spicy, crunchy tuna rolls taste better than being thin feels.

Fat girl threw out her scale.

Fat girl, you are what you eat.

Fat girl, double stuffed Oreos.

Fat girl got her father’s genes.

Fat girl’s brother didn’t.

Fat girl’s friends come over to stare her brother’s chiseled abdominals

And ignore fat girl.

Fat girl don’t hate her body.

Fat girl hate the world.

Fat girl, fat mouth.

Fat girl, fatter fist.

Fat girl, fuck you.

Fat girl, heart so fat it needs it own zip code.

Fat girl, heart so fat, it uses the equator as its belt.

Fat girl, seafood diet: fat girl see food, fat girl eat it.

Fat girl heard all the jokes.

Fat girl finish the punch line before you do.

Fat girl cry in private.

Fat girl, thick skin.

Fat girl, dance anyway.

Fat girl, shirt off.

Fat girl, lights on.

Fat girl, lights on.

Once Upon A Time

Hello my loves!

This is a translation of a piece I wrote for Derriere le Miroir (available here: http://www.derrierelemiroir.ca/donc-mon-prince/) 

Enjoy:)

Once upon a time there was a young princess

Who danced in the rain and jumped into puddles

She was wild, she was free, she was fearless.

She didn’t mind if her hair was a tad too curly.

She didn’t care if there were 300 calories in her cookie.

She didn’t need a prince charming.

With or without him, she was a princess worthy of respect.

“Maybe later, when I’m older” she told herself

“For now, I rule this kingdom just fine all by myself”

But the seasons changed, and a princess can’t stay young forever.

All her friends were attracting the attention of dukes and earls,

Dancing the night away in the arms of their admirers

While our princess spent her nights all alone.

And she started to ask herself when her prince would come along.

She stared at her reflection in the puddles she used to jump in

Desperately looking for the reasons behind her solitude.

Suddenly the rain started pouring, deforming her reflection, so that all she could see

Was that her problem lied in the atrocity of her body.  

Her hair was now much too curly

And every single inch of her skin was a prison keep

Trapping her in a tower, too ugly to be saved.

And those 300 calories in her cookie? Those were 300 too many.

She made herself believe that her prince would only visit

When her collarbone was protruding enough for all to see.  

So she lived in this sad fantasy for many years,

Without the kingdom noticing their shrinking princess.

Until one day she had had enough of starving.

And as she looked at her reflection in the mirror with new eyes

She realized she had hated herself for nothing.

Okay, so this prince had yet to show up at her door

But a hunger strike won’t make him arrive sooner.

From now on, this princess worries little of her happy ever after

« Because I never needed a prince to be the greatest ruler »

A Spark: By Anna Hoyt

Hello my lovely fudgies!

I haven't written a post for you all in what seems, and okay might be, ages.

I am working on an amazing ad campaign video for The Fudge Perfection Project, which I truly hope you love :)

But today we have a new creative writing piece by Anna Hoyt (yes! the same one who acted and wrote  The Definition of Beauty: check it out at the bottom of the page!)

A Spark

A path of ice, of snow and sleet, one of a hurricane raging,

And a path of sand, of calming waves, of the ocean's innocent breeze.

Though these two paths are seasons apart,

Eventually their months must meet.

Along a road I had gone, until I met their crossings,

The path of ice, or the path of sand, both just as long and hard,

A choice that many have to make.

I took the path of sand and waves, the path my heart desired,

But after many seasons had gone,

I was again at the two paths crossings.

Regret and sorrow filled my soul, a journey of the weak-minded,

I had no choice but to start again, but now the paths were different.

One of fire, of raging heat, a nightmare waiting to happen,

And the other of water, of cool faith and forgiveness.

My heart longed for the path of forgiveness and faith,

But I took the path of fire,

And after many long falls, the fire had gone,

But now its spark is within me.

If you like her work, do let me know, for we may be seeing more of Anna's work in the future if you love her as much as I do. 

To see her monologue "The Definition of Beauty", click below!

http://youtu.be/tK1bUbyURec

Thanks so much dolls<3

Xoxo
Gabby

Music I'm listening to: "Knocking on Heaven's Door" by Guns n Roses
Because Axl Rose in the late 80s=ASDDFKGHHLLZXCVBNN <3
This performance blows my mind everytime: http://youtu.be/riH9aygQdjY

Book: US history book 1 and 2
Yay summer studies!! -_-

Untitled 9: Tumblr Series

Hello darlings!

As promised, I am starting to post new creative writing pieces sent in by you guys (or found by me whilst spending an un-holy number of hours on Tumblr), and here is this week's selection.

From shanzalicious.tumblr.com, so NO I DID NOT WRITE THIS NOR DO I OWN IT, SELL IT, DISTRIBUTE IT TO THE PEOPLE OF EARTH, AND SO FORTH.

// UNTITLED 9//

WE WILL ALWAYS FIND IMPERFECTIONS IN OURSELVES,AFTER ALL, WE ARE OUR OWN HARSHEST CRITICS.
AT THE END OF THE DAY, IT IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER
YOU ARE A CREATION OF GOD,
AND GOD DOES NOT CREATE ANYTHING LESS THAN PERFECT.

THE CONCEPT OF IMPERFECTION LIES
IN MAN’S PERCEPTION OF “PERFECTION”.
SO WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER BE?
PERFECT ACCORDING TO THE LAWS OF MAN?
OR PERFECT ACCORDING TO THE LAW OF GOD?

FEAR NOT THE DARKENING SKY,
CLOUDS COME TO KEEP THE PEACE.
EVERY STEP, MISSTEP, OR UNSPOKEN SENTIMENT
CAN BE FOUND RESIDING IN A CUMULUS.
THOSE THAT WON’T, CAN’T. THOSE THAT CAN’T, WON’T.

THE REFLECTIONS OF A THOUSAND MOLECULES PIECED TOGETHER
FORM A PHYSICAL IMAGE OF REFRACTORY PURPOSE.
THE SKY WILL SHINE, AND SO WILL TIME,
JUST ACCEPT WHAT IS HERE AND NOW,
TANGIBLE OR NOT.

LIVE, LIFE, LOVE. HAPPINESS, HOPE,
DREAMS AND DESIRES. THE QUEST HAS NEVER
FELT SO UNQUENCHED. WATER ITSELF IS PARCHED TODAY.
FINGERS CLING TO SINGING SWINGS, WHISTLING
THROUGH THE BREEZE. 

THERE IS NO RUSH, SO DON’T FLUSTER MUCH.
TOMORROW THE SUN WILL RISE AGAIN.
AND DUST TO DUST, ASHES TO ASHES,
AS IT WAS, IS AS IT WILL BE.