When people look at me, they just see my stretch marks.
They don’t see the 5 lives I’ve saved.
They don’t see me giving back to the community.
They don’t see me teaching young children to read.
When people look at me, all they see is my weight.
They don’t see my athletic career.
They don’t see my honors diploma.
They don’t see my kindness.
When people look at me, they just see my obesity.
They don’t see me volunteering with dogs.
They don’t see me working 3 jobs.
They don’t see who I really am
And that’s a true shame.
The kids are running
And that one
Over by the stairs
Seems to think he’s Michael Phelps.
He’s 5 years old
And not a parent in sight.
The boys over there
Have made a new game.
It appears the only rule
is to annoy me.
The girl over there
Is eating on the pool deck.
Nothing I love more
Than cleaning up soggy teddy grams
Before I can leave.
Oh and “Mr. Phelps” decided
To test the waters.
He can’t touch.
Looks like I’m going in.
Saved his life.
Spend next 10 minutes
Locating mom for paperwork.
She is bitching me out.
For saving her son.
“He can swim,” she says.
I leave it to the manager.
It’s time for my break.
A girl just puked.
In the pool.
Now I’m cleaning.
This is gross.
This is terrible.
Is it August yet?
Apparently, I was asking for it
By wearing a flowy skirt to my knees
And a cardigan over my lime green tee.
Even though as a lifeguard,
I wear less to work every day
And unscathed I walk every day.
If I can walk around
In just a swimsuit and shorts,
And never find myself violated,
Then my outfits are not the problem.
Rape culture is the problem.
Put the blame on someone else for once
Because clothing doesn’t force itself onto someone.