one day a boy passed by my and told me i was too chubby to ever have an attractive boyfriend.
i was in the eighth grade.
so i stood in my bathroom and stared in the mirror.
am i thin yet?
cellulite thighs, pudgy stomach, and chubby, child cheeks.
one day my best friend told me i'd better go easy on the chips, or else i'd look like I did last year.
i was in the ninth grade.
so i stood in my bathroom and stared in the mirror with dusty edges.
am i skinny yet?
flat stomach, slim face, and legs that could kill.
over the summer a girl told me i was too fat to be in the same place as her.
i was in the tenth grade.
so i went into the bathroom in my ward and stared in the dirty spotted mirror.
am i tiny yet?
yellow skin, sharp hipbones, and a thigh gap wider than shoulder width.
one day when i was laying down, my mother leaned over and said i was too pretty to leave.
i was supposed to be in the eleventh grade.
i looked down at my frail body and stared blankly.
am i beautiful yet?
closed eyes, makeup done, but a body that showcased every bone i had.
am i perfect yet?
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Thơ caA collection of poetry. Basically my thoughts and feelings put online. Warning: Content may be triggering. You've been warned. copyright 2015