notes to you

6 // mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the ugliest of them all?

drip, drip, drip.

im not sure if the sound of the water droplets is echoing in the bathroom or in my heart

i seem to have forgotten how to breathe

turning the bottle in my hands, don't know how long the pills will stop me from wanting to cut my fat out

one bump, two bump, many bumps

skin so sweaty, the light glistens and hair so greasy i want to cut it all out

dull is what they are

brown eyes are not the sun, mine are just a shade of dim whispering apologies and sins and never true in their smiles

brown, white, dark brown

skin isn't the tan which people marvel, just three ugly shades of ugly me

fat hangs as a layer

slouchy and lean my armpits are stained with fat bumps underneath. im not pretty, im not pretty, im not pretty

one bigger than the other

hormonal diseases stain my goods they're not appealing they're not "hot" just two chunks of fat on my chest

tires so fat you could make a car go vroom

dont wear tight dresses or shirts it'll show and you can't show it off please look human and not a truck

rub, rub, rub

thighs jiggle as i walk, making everyone stare. i would say look at my face because it's not down there it's up here but my face is repelling

size 8s arent lady like

are they calves or two iron rods nobody can tell because they're too big and unappealing just go away you freak

theyre supposed to be white and aligned

dont smile because you resemble a human rabbit, as if your face isn't bad enough already

is this who im supposed to be?

-s