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Real Women Have Curves

First published on our old site on 1st November, 2018


At our Open Mic Night in September, we were honoured to hear Kayla Feldman perform her spoken word poem, "Real Women Have Curves". She has allowed us to publish it, and to find out where you can hear more of Kayla's poetry, scroll down to the bottom.


I come from an army of curvy women.

Long-haired ladies

With blue eyes and thick thighs

And asses that never quit.

With these childbearing hips

(That, according to my mother, didn’t make it any easier)

We could sway and sashay away

From any problem.

I come from queens who stomped around the kingdom

With our too-big feet

Tell our skinnier friends to put meat on their bones

And leave the laxatives at home

Kick their bony asses to the curb

Because real women have curves.

Isn’t that right?

Real women have curves

And big girls don’t cry

And good girls will be virgins on their wedding night.

Black girls are sassy and can twerk on command

Asian girls get on their knees for a man

And band girls are kinky as fuck.

You’re always in luck with Latin girls

Or the ones who’ve got issues with dad

‘Cause they never get mad if you’re late, or forget-

They’re used to it.

Feminists are gay

And so are the ones that you “didn’t fancy anyway”

Bisexuals are just out for attention

Oh, and did I mention

The slut who didn’t say no

Or the whore who dumped you three years ago

Or the bitch who said you were full of it

Called you up on your bullshit

Let’s admit that these things are true.

They’ll put you in a box, too.

If you let them.

So go on, tell me.

Tell me that real women have curves

So the numbers on a scale won’t get on my nerves

I’ll let you build me up

And watch you crush the skinny girls to dust.

That’s okay.

They were barely there anyway.

Watch my stiff upper lip start to quake

As I ache, and I bawl

At the end credits of Bridge to Terabithia

(I don’t care how big you are – if you don’t cry at that you’re made of fucking stone)

Twenty-one, still a virgin, that’s a bit of a joke,

But you’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t.

It’s the slut-virgin binary,

With nothing in between

And to be seen as either one is tainted.

So go on, tell me.

Tell me I’m a real woman.

As if there is such a thing.

Tell me I’m “too white to dance”

That I can’t shake my ass unless you tell me to.

Tell me that my brand of feminism makes me gay,

Then get out of my way

So I can talk to that girl at the bar.

But, because I told you no,

It’s just for attention

Just pretension

Just repressed sexual tension

And nothing is real unless you say so.

I come from an army of curvy women,

And I am a goddamn queen.

But if real women have curves,

Do I end at the wrists?

Or the squareness of my shoulders?

Do I become a “real woman” when I cast a shadow?

Is my only power

In a willingness to tower over others

Pulling up the covers to hide my edges

To shield the sharpness of my bones

Because no-one wants to see the chinks in the armour of a “strong woman”.

Real women have curves,

And corners,

And sharp bones wrapped in muscle and flesh.

What makes us women isn’t strength

Or resilience,

It’s the army at our backs.

It’s the shield and the sword

And the chord of our fight song.

Our battle cry

Asking why we aren’t allowed to be our own.

What makes us women isn’t sisterhood,

It’s lifeblood.

It’s the tracks we have made in the sand

And the brand of that word:



Real Women Have Curves is the opening section from Hear Me Out, the debut play from

director/writer Kayla Feldman. Hear Me Out opens on 27th November at the Tristan Bates

Theatre as part of Maiden Speech, a festival aiming to offer fresh perspectives on gender,

sexuality, and identity through a myriad of stories and styles. Tickets from £7.50, available


Cover image credit: CurvyKate

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