I find it funny that I don't notice the imperfections on people until someone else points it out.
I like being oblivious, I don't like seeing imperfections.
I only want to see imperfections on myself.
Like how I have stretch marks on my hips from gaining weight the past couple of months.
Or how I have an extra buildup of fat on the inside of my thighs.
How my bones don't stick out like they used to when I was 40 pounds lighter.
I need to be lighter once again.
I will be lighter once again.
Even if I die trying.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryComplaining too much is my specialty. These rants are completely pointless.