Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
It's all I hear all day.
I can feel their stares linger on me just a little to long.
When they're asked to describe me, they use it.
Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
I used to not believe it, but now I'm forced to realise it's true.
Be cause after you get told something by your own mother, you start to believe.
"lose some weight" she says, her words a knife, shredding my self esteem until their is none left.
Size 14.
If only I could knock that one off, and be a 4.
Because everyone thinks 4 are hot.
I'm done.
Now I spend my days looking up ways to lose weight,
telling myself I'll begin my diet tommorrow,
that tommorrow I'll work out.
But I never do.
Stuck in this perpetual cycle.
Stuck forever as "the fat girl"
I will never be
sexy,
pretty,
hot,
or wanted.
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Fair or Free
Puisi"See, I know life isn’t fair or free Never turn your back on family And even though you love me, let me be I’m sure, I don’t need you anymore." - Loyal Friend and Thoughtful Lover by The Wind and the Wave A series of poems stemming from one of the m...
