I'm fat because my first boyfriend in seventh grade broke up with me for another girl and called me a fat and ugly.
I'm fat because my supposedly best friend wouldn't lend me his jacket when I was cold because he'd rather give it to another girl because she was skinnier.
I'm fat because I stress eat and have a bad sweet tooth.
I'm fat because my last ex wouldn't disagree when I asked him if I was fat.
I'm fat because he would see the plate of food and dramatically say, again?
I'm fat because that's what I think everyone whispers when I'm not looking because I'm an anxious paranoid freak.
I'm fat and I don't know what to do anymore.
