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Shawty thick.

He yells to his friends,

About a girl he finds

Bodily suitable to his taste

The only thing he notices.

The next girl passes and is skinnier.

“I wouldn’t fuck her,

She’s not thick enough.

So I definitely wouldn’t wife her.”

Women crush Wednesday pictures

Of a pretty much naked woman

With the heart eye emojis

 And “she’s perfect” in the caption.

Oh and this is another woman’s tweet.

Hollering at every “thick” girl that passes by.

Wanting to use and abuse her.

Visuals in his head.

Women envying her “thick” body.

Wishing that they had her assets.

Why?

Did God not make you perfectly enough.

Oh I forgot

Thick is perfect.

Not fat or skinny.

There is no half way perfect.

She’s in the gym everyday.

Not for herself

But for the guy she wants attention from

Who likes “thick” girls.

Squatting day and night.

Running.

Just one more.

Enduring all the pain.

Not physical pain.

Pain that her insecurities hand to her.

Pain that tells her she’s not okay the way she is.

She has to look a certain way to feel good.

Her opinion of herself doesn’t matter.

The models and Miley Cyrus are her idol.

She wants to twerk like her favorite childhood celebrity.

She looks up to her.

Hannah…

I mean Miley has it all figured out.

Watching her from her early teens to her early adulthood.

Guys tell her that they wish she could do what Miley does.

Only concerned with what society wants from her she listens.

Pause

Miley has no butt and can’t dance.

But to continue

Her mother never taught her to love how God made her.

She’s already the most beautiful woman on the planet.

By her standards she’s ugly.

She needs makeup.

She needs to show her ass and boobs.

Attention is really all she needs.

She wants love.

Her parents are divorced

She doesn’t know what love looks like.

She searches in an alcohol bottle and expensive make up

Every Friday night.

Or really whatever night she’s feeling lonely.

She was never told that God loves her the way she is.

She wants to try something new.

She went to an all-white high school.

Black guys are fascinating to her

Or really she’s heard the rumors

That black guys carry big tools.

Every night she goes out it’s a different black guy that brings her home.

She wants those guys she sees in the music videos.

They’re just so smooth.

They get her number after they

Go in her pot of gold

But

They never call.

She thinks one day “I’ll find one who loves”.

Night after night.

Maybe I just need to squat more often.

They love big asses.

Never satisfied with the results of her work