Here's a poem. Please leave thoughts, reflections, other poems in response. All welcome Small towels I’m sick of towels being too small I’m sick of feeling judged when I eat I’m sick of my size being sold out I’m sick of being the biggest friend in photos I’m sick of desiring the guy who asks out my friend I’m sick of never being able to buy a bikini that fits A swimsuit that fits A dress that fits A sports bra that fits A bra that fits A partner that fits I’m so sick of