i hate that i cant dress in certain clothes
without pointing out the negatives
that "maybe a few more bites"
would end up being a laxative
i hate that i cant sit in my own skin
without grabbing the fat on my sides
i preach positivity for other bodies
without receiving within
i hate that i stare in the mirror
only staring at my stomach
sometimes i even look towards the toilet and think
"oh well, fuck it."
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Growing Pains
Poetryfor the kids who were forced to grow up too fast, this one is for you. TW : drug use, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, ED
