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No Fat Chicks
by Lisa A Sargese
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
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No Fat Chicks by Lisa Sargese is a spoken word piece inspired by an insulting bumper sticker!

No Fat Chicks

I saw a bumper sticker…
3 simple words that floated like a turd
into the punch bowl of my day
it said,
It was
a warning
a barricade
an insult to me and my big sisters.

I laughed and knew the car belonged to a man
the kind who drives an “I roc Z-28”
and hangs a Playboy-bunny air freshener from
his rearview mirror.
I knew it did not belong to a lesbian
a big fat earth-mother with rolling hills
of flesh,
Flesh that holds the greasy yellow remnants
of rice and beans and jugs of wine consumed
with joy amongst friends.
I knew it did not belong to a housewife,
an oversized mother of 3
who kept her weight after the second baby,
who drives the kids to school
then smokes Marlboro lights
while she watches Pokemon underwear slosh
around in the soapy waters
of a front load washer at the local laundromat.
I knew it did not belong to an overweight teenager
who self-consciously dresses in black so as to darken her figure
and keep herself hidden from the penetrating eyes of her peers.

And yet
those three words belong to all of us
the throw aways
the not-good-enoughs
the too bigs
who would not be welcomed into that driver’s world
means “no means no”

fat chicks are like me
the carriers of extra weight
the burdens of our emotional distress stuffed away
with the comfort of chocolate, and sugar and crunchy bags of carbs
the survivors of too many diets that ruined our organs
and malnourished us so badly.
Deprived of acceptance we starved, then binged, then starved
then binged and eventually gave up the struggle
and accepted our place outside the
cars of the handsome, shallow young men who will only look at the
girls with flat plains for stomachs
horizons easily seen,
landscapes easily navigated
hips that hold no secrets, only bones.

I love my skinny sisters
their bodies are as sacred and beautiful as any other
yet they hold privilege and favor
they can ride in any car
there will never be a bumper sticker banning them, telling them
in no uncertain terms, that they are not wanted because of their size.

I laughed and shook my head
and thought
would want to ride with you any way
you could not hold even one of us
your arms would not know how to treasure such
a bounty, such bigness, such girth
then I sat down and cried
my shield of flesh does not protect me from the hurt
I am abjected
a reject from the assembly line of cookie cutter
magazine beauty standards that tell us to
hack off our extended bodies
to trim the fat before serving ourselves
to the scrutiny of others.

I weep and hold my heavy belly
like a basket of eggs
all my eggs in one basket
I have a womb in there you know
underneath the buttery basket
my giant egg of an abdomen
feels so heavy, and I wonder
am I holding the weight of a whole ‘nother person in my arms?
If I made it disappear could I hold you there instead?
Who is this that I hold?
the critical castrating father?
the controlling competitive mother?
the bully who teased me in school?
the baby I have yet to conceive?

How big was Mary when she rode into Bethlehem that night
and after she pushed out the savior of humankind
Did she keep some of her weight?
Did Jesus drink so longingly from the Mother of God
that he retained some baby-fat?
and if so, would we deny the world of even an ounce of it?

I cradle myself.
I’m swaddled in the guilt of my round mother shape
of my mountainous frame
my thighs like torpedoes not even worth shaving
I think,
as the driver of that car…
some FAT guy
wearing a giant gold crucifix
his hair shiny and solid as the hood of his car
strides mightily toward his
chariot machismo
“Do you drive your mother in that car?”
I wonder as I get on with my day.

Copyright © 2003 Lisa Adele Sargese


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Reviewed by Sali Briggs (Reader)
Oh, how I appreciate your sentiments! So much you do not know.
Life can be unfair, but with a love of chocolate and anagrams, all can be right. I completely understand that your name is not an anagram("is a large ass" would be confronting) and hope no one ever claims as such.

Love always,
Sali Briggs
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

As a Fat Chick, I felt this shiver all the way to my soul. The discrimination we face on a daily basis is only getting worse, thanks to this diet crazy society: perfectly acceptable to make fun of the fat chick, use them as the buffoon, always a bridesmaid, never a bride: you speak strongly and carry a strong pen. I will be reading more of you: tracking, so I don't lose a single one. Thank you: well done.

(((HUGS))), love and tears, Karla. :(
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Sad! But such as reality. No, society would rather make women look like anorexic beanpoles instead of embracing women of ALL sizes! Sick!! Thanks for speaking out for women of ALL sizes; God bless you! :)

I am not fat, but I am a little on the chubbo side! :)
Reviewed by Paul Berube

An outstanding write. One day the driver of that car may see his own bumper sticker as it says, "Welcome To The Real World."
Reviewed by richard cederberg
Your simile is stark and reflects this modern abortion of a society well ... Blessings ...
Reviewed by Leo Durrant
This is simply an amazing, powerful piece. I ran the gamut of emotions while reading it -- laughing at your acute, self-deprecating descriptions, welling up at the end. I was completely dumb-struck by this line:
"landscapes easily navigated
hips that hold no secrets, only bones"
Very original. Very powerful.
Incredible write.
Reviewed by Tavia McDowell
Boy, this was a masterpiece. I liked it alot. Thanks for sharing.
Reviewed by D Johnson
A stark dose of reality that not only you bear, but all of us who surpass skininess. A powerful expression!

Reviewed by William Heffner
Thanks for sharing Lisa and don't lose heart, fingerprints and DNA are enough to tell me that everybody is wonderfully created with unlimited potential, so those who separate themselves from potential, lose many many blessings.

God Bless You and Your Loved Ones

The Christian Cop
Reviewed by Jessica Lark
Fantastic. You can bet the man driving that car will end up sad and alone. Shallowness and ignorance will get you nowhere.
I am glad you were inspired to write this poem though.
Well done.
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