when i look in the mirror, wearing a hoodie and sweats, i feel good.
i remove my hoodie, left with a tanktop and pants.
i flap my arms around.
i take off my tanktop.
all chub.
i'm not super fat, i know.
but why can't i look like the other people at my school?
ones i look up too.
—- isn't fat or chubby.
neither is ———.
none of my friends are.
but i am.
i'm not comfortable in my skin.
i wish i could just peel it off.
i try too
but i fail.
i do sports
i run, but i suck at it.
i used to swim, but i guess i'm lazy too.
i try not to eat a lot.
when i hear my stomach growl, i don't think about it.
i'd rather be drained than fat.
like a skeleton.
hopefully i get lots of hoodies for christmas
to cover this all up.
i suppose i can pass it as muscle?
will they believe that if they ask?
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