Mother, stop. Stop obsessing over food. Stop talking about your “flabby” legs, they’re smaller than mine. Stop asking me “do you really want to eat that?” Stop giving me judgemental looks when I wear shorts and a sports bra around the house. Father, stop. Stop telling me I need more exercise. Stop telling me how many calories I’m not burning. Stop telling me I’m going to gain the “freshman 15” in college. Anonymous faces, stop. Stop pointing at me. Stop whispering about me. Stop looking me up and down. Stop laughing at me behind my back. Stop. I just want it to stop.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
