i don't wanna have to cry
every time i gain weight
i don't want to exercise
because that would perpetuate
the way of thinking
i've from day one:
"if i'm skinny, i'm happy.
if i'm skinny, i won."
i won all the boys
and therefore i'm better.
i hate that it's either healthy or fat
the two of them don't exist simultaneously
"it's just my preference"
go fuck yourself.
you're not my type as well but i don't call you disgusting or ugly
because i'm not a piece of shit
i don't tell you to dye your hair black
for my sake only
so stop telling girls online
to lose weight or take off their makeup or put more on
YOU ARE READING
chaotic poetry with no theme, just vibes. (mostly sad ones though)
Poetryfor: those who cry to mitski songs a little too much, who were "gifted" in elementary and middle school and are now trying their best but just can't seem to get the hang of it, who never made it past the talking stage, who never feel like they're go...
