Yes, I Am Jealous

You say I’m just jealous 
And I am, I am 
Why on earth wouldn’t I be? 

Why would I not envy 
The ease with which you can move through the world 
And don’t have to calculate dimensions to make sure you fit them 
And don’t have to dread plane seats 
And trendy restaurants with stools instead of chairs? 

How can I not resent 
The fact I can’t hurt you 
The way you can hurt me 
Because it is impossible for ugly words to stick 
To thin beautiful people? 

Why should I not be aggrieved 
That you can befriend someone like me  
To make you feel better about you 
While I don’t have that privilege 
Because I am as far as one can go on the wrong end of that scale? 

So am I jealous? 
Of course I am 
You would be too if you were me