As I awake from my slumber, I am consistently reminded of my flaws. I can notice how my face is larger than those in my family. Or how those around me have this elegance that when walking into the room, people turn and gawk about their ravishing looks. While they stare at me with pity. I have this feeling in my stomach that hurts, this pain that I can never make go away. I desire for the ground to open up and swallow me up. So I can hide and never feel judged for my shape or size.
-being the fat one
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Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
