The problem of existing

Just because I have a body,
doesn't mean I'm fat.
Just because my hips exist,
doesn't mean they're fat.
Bumping into that trash can shouldn't elicit
the awareness of cellulite
but rather
the cellular eureka
of existing matter in collision
with every other weight-bearing atom.
My body
gets to take up space.
I have the privilege
of pressing against
bumping into
trampling on
the material world.
I weigh. Therefore I am.
So why would I
ever despise
any inch of my existence!
Unless that is
I had a problem with existing.