Holy Poetry! I Won a Prize, Peeps!

Hi, BigBodyBeautiful friends!

Just a quick post to tell you some cool news. I, along with some other incredible poets, won a poetry prize. The contest, hosted by the amazing poetry site, The Poet’s Billow, held a Bermuda Triangle Poetry contest on the theme of disappearance.

My poem, Invisible Woman was selected as one of the prize winners. The poem is an observation (not a lament, mind you) of how when one becomes fat, one actually disappears. Check it out, be sure to read the other winning poets, and feel free to share your thoughts here. Oh, and the contributor’s page is pretty cool, too, because you can get biographical information on all of the writers.

Thank you so much, The Poet’s Billow. I’ve loved working with you cool, creative, and nurturing peeps. Please support these guys, readers. They do so much for the poetry community. ❤

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16 thoughts on “Holy Poetry! I Won a Prize, Peeps!

  1. Joanna

    Wow! I see why you won! It’s amazing. I love it. You have some true talent my friend. You should be proud, very proud…I am!! xoxox

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    1. BigLizzy Post author

      Joanna! Thank you so much for checking it out and commenting, darlin’! It takes talent to know it, babe. And, you have GOBS! XOXO

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  2. Becki Smith

    Congratulations Lizzie. I love your poem but you, My Lovely Friend, could never disappear. You are larger than life in all you are, and all you give, and all you do!

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    1. BigLizzy Post author

      Awwww…sweet Becki-babe,

      Thank you sooooo much for reading and sharing, my dear, sweet sister. This poem was really interesting to birth. I wrote it in an impassioned moment after realizing that I had walked through an entire market and not one person actually looked at me. I saw them looking at each other, but not me.

      I meditated on this and realized that often, the minute a fat person walks up, all eyes avert. it struck me as so interesting and so weirdly wonderful. It did not wound me in the least. It was just an observation of our culture and how enormously fat people are actually invisible. I like the dichotomy of this. How strange that fat equals invisible in this culture of ours.

      I’m invisible to some but not all. I’m visible to the right people, people who are an energetic match to me, my light, and my brilliance (regardless of my current weight). The others who cannot see me are just fine the way that they are. I would not seek to change them. They are where they need to be. It affects me not.

      YOU really see me, sis. YOU really, really see me, the me that matters. And, I you. For that, I’m eternally, happily grateful. I love you so much, my sweet friend. XOXO

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  3. mariner2mother

    First of all C*O*N*G*R*A*T*U*L*A*T*I*O*N*S !! Well done. I loved, appreciated and sometimes identify with your poem. Some forms of poetry, I still don’t really get. But I find it fascinating anyway. Yours, I get. Bravo!

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    1. BigLizzy Post author

      Susan-honey-bunny!
      Awwww…you honor me with your words, my darling monkey. Yeah, my poetry is much like my personality–it’s akin to getting hit in the head with an anvil! LOL! None of that “buried treasure symbolism” bullshit for me or with me, babe. I’m OUT THERE!! Thank you for reading and most of all sharing yourself with me like you do. I’m just so glad we know each other, sis. I can’t wait to get my carcass over there to see you. Muwaaah!

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  4. MELewis

    Félicitations, chère Lizzy! What a wonderful piece of writing. I think a lot about identity, and have noticed how people ‘disappear’ in many ways. Behind body, or age, or children. You captured it brilliantly. Bravo!

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    1. BigLizzy Post author

      Bonjour, chere, Mel! Merci beaucoup, mon ami!

      You honor me with your words, my dear Frenchy. It’s so true. YES! Age makes people disappear, too. and, like you point out, children! I remember being pregnant with my daughter and all of a sudden, people I had known for years appeared to be looking at me differently. The men who has previously flirted with me were suddenly more respectful and just “different”. It’s all so interesting. I still felt like the same fun-loving motorcycle-riding bad-ass, but other people didn’t.

      We also disappear with physical anomalies, disabilities, stations in life, or even what many people term “erratic behaviors”. It’s not just the fat who experience it. Such a wild journey this human thing we all do, eh?

      Hugs to you, my friend. I really need to get back to your blog and catch up. I’ve missed like your last five posts. Mon Dieu!

      Bisous!
      XOXO

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  5. Yoga Moods

    Congratulations, Liz! Great poem, well deserved – I love your writing so much – I’ve been away a bit and am back reading all your recent posts! Hope you are well and happy! 🙂

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    1. BigLizzy Post author

      Jen! Thank you so much, my lovely Yogananda-mama! Ya, poetry was my first love and I do enjoy it from time-to-time. So nice to see you, sis. I’ve enjoyed your recent posts very much. I’ve been uber buried and haven’t had much time to comment at all the bloggies that I love, but rest assured, I am reading and loving you and your work. I’ve been trying the ayurveda technique/facial massage you showed us. Can’t wait to read your next post, sis. BIG HUGS!

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