Why am I judged by my weight and my height?

It isn’t fair and it isn’t right.

I am not tall, I am only small,

So why am I judged by my BMI?

Do I have to starve myself to be accepted

by the medical profession so that I

become a perfect human being?

A standard set, a fragile lie.

I am a kind person. I think about other people.

I don’t like being angry or being unkind,

My heart breaks for the people I’ve left behind.

Judging people this way is so cruel,

It makes people think they have to follow the rule

that doctors put in place.

A constant race for a measured grace.

People have injections to make them slim,

No need to worry and go to the gym,

But what happens to the skin that that’s left behind?

A different worry for the anxious mind.

I step outside this endless fight,

And stand firm in my own light.

Let the scales rust and the charts fade away,

This is my truth, I speak it today:

For, me myself and I, to hell with my BMI!