i wish they wore blindfolds

they laugh, they talk:
open and free. 
a head full of ideas 
and yet, her size is all they seem to
see.
“like I care” she brushes it of
unbothered 
but it does matter to her.
in the silence of the twilight,
in the absence of a gaze,
it does matter to her. 
hot, sexy or ugly,
good enough or not,
thin or fat?
why is this the only thing people look at?