Diagnosis

Pathetic

Chubby

Obese

Sloppy

PCOS doesn't stand for that

But it might as well

When the doctor diagnosed me

I crawled back into my shell

Part of me felt relieved

To know my problems came from somewhere

Part of me ashamed

For having even gotten there

They say it's genetic

But who'll believe that?

They'll be more than happy to blame it

On me being fat

Stop eating all that junk

And you will be good

You need to work out

And eat right as you should

Words of encouragement

Or words of hate?

Just like my meals,

Their insults I ate

Taking them in

And swallowing them down

Trying to stand tall

Trying to hold on to my crown

I've worked so hard

How could they not see?

Instead PCOS

Is what was given to me.

All that time

Trying to believe in myself

Listening to me

Not to anybody else

To convince myself

I am worthy of love

To live the life

I have always dreamed of

And like a wrecking ball

Smashing it all to dust

PCOS came in

And now I have to adjust?!

Adjust to the symptoms

To the stigma, to the pain

Of never having children

If I wanted them someday

A higher risk for cancer

As if the world wasn't giving enough

The mood swings and the hair...

And I thought I had it rough

Not as rough as it will get

And the future I'll endure

Is this rage from the illness

Or coming from me, pure?

Life has handed me lemons

And I've endured sour lemonade

I'm a fighter and I know

The sour taste will eventually fade

I'll carry on

Controlling my stress

This does not define me

I just have PCOS