Millions are spent trying to convince us that fat is ugly.
Weight loss programs, slimming phone apps,
distorting feminine features with an ass bubbly,
but that apple bottom is not flesh toned.

These are perceptions divorced
from the experience of pleasuring
another human body. They are forcing
the mind to think of upvotes
and photos online as a measure
to calculate the value of a love note.

But a thigh does not gain ick
as the thickness expands.
Hands rubbing oil upon
a woman twenty pounds over
or a man's belly exceeding forty
do not think of fat percentages
but the moan of anticipation.

They would have us believe
that there is nothing erotic
in rubbing an erect penis
against an ass with stretch marks
or a wet pussy reducing friction
on a thigh with cellulite.
Even as they push the sight
of hands testing the elasticity
of the skin around a nipple
on a breast ample by snacks.

I concede, there are extremes
where fat is restricting
and undeniably a problem
but that critical edge
is oft blamed on fat
when it is exercise's lack.

I have seen the men of sumo.
They are not slugs in diapers
but rotund fighters in mawashi.
The GOAT Hakuho was quick
and strong well into his thirties.
Ura evades by forming an inverted C.
Hoshoryu avoids that fatal tachiai
with a pirouette on a single foot
and slams men down with an extension.

These exceptions prove no rule.
Sumo are human, skilled, and cool.
Our stars are full of women with width
while Marvel makes jokes of Thor's
depression. Corps would have us love
like workers at the drive-thru,
achieving metrics no human can deliver
by having cars move forward
as they wait in parking lots for dinner.

Fat is sexy and dad bods are in.
If not, why would those dads
get anyone pregnant? It's repugnant
how corps wish to shove every flavor
in a mouth never meant to kiss,
as they sell ways to hack off inches--
making an industry of self hatred.

Yet there are millions who happily
circumvent this insta-sad
by loving bodies far too naughty
for their scales of market-sav'.