Fat Bitch. i relate to you; i feel the pain in the bellowing stomach the large breasts that are adored but that i loathe what do they stare at? my pretty painted face, the french twisted raven locks? the large blue eyes, gaping at their open d r o p p e d j a w s when i come about. what is it, exactly? my huge ass that makes "pardon me" a staple in my vocabulary my wide hips that will bear children nicely if a man can ever stand to touch them my curvaceous, voluptuousness ignored because toothpicks are adored and yet, with my haggard philosophy everything is a blatant lack of energy and certainly not a 'survival of the unfittest' and my feminist misanthropy has gained quite a reputation for just being a fat bitch subtracting my intelligence or sensitivity empathy or compassion as a human being in general i'm just a fat bitch, nothing more, nothing less and everything gained. -hb 11/29/00 4:56 a.m. back home