To be a black woman is to be constantly underestimated yet constantly needed. We’re told we’re overreacting and that we have the same opportunities as everyone else. The world constantly works to mock and silence the women whose nourishes these men who later grow to oppress, beat, and kill us.

To be a fat woman is to be a nuisance. The mere presence of one is obscene and stricken down in the court of public opinion daily.  They want our personalities to be small and out the way to compensate for our body mass already taking up so much. The world starves us of the love and respect we deserve because our body weight triggers an incongruence. 

To be a trans woman is to be a walking radical symbol. Our mere existence is a fuck you to the patriarchy that drives this world. Because what most people cannot fathom is how an individual born with the opportunity to amass so much privilege would give it up for authenticity and happiness. 

To be a fat black trans woman is to be an underestimated, radical nuisance. A provocation at best. The mere visibility of being one is deemed ostentatious, so we’re told dim ourselves down to make everyone else feel comfortable. Failure to do so leads to men to oppress us, beat us kill us. For us to be starved of love and respect. And to be scrutinized for giving up the one thing that would maintain our privilege, manhood. 

To be me is to not give a fuck. I’ve experience these facets of life and claim all of my titles proudly. If the world wants to kill me for being myself, I’ll stand right in the middle of my intersections and let every disgruntled soul run me right on over. For, no weapon formed against shall prosper.