dusk

XL

stop looking at me. why do you keep staring at me? your momma never taught you that staring is rude? your gaze is disturbing. your eyes exude criticisms and disappointments. you scan me from the roots of my brittle hair all the way to my worn out red sneakers (it's my favourite). avert your eyes, strangers. we don't even know each other.

don't tell me you never felt insecure before? of course you do you're a human after all! that feeling of utter embarrassment and defeat when other people (strangers) point out your old shirt with some stray threads peeking out from its hem. it makes me want to find the deepest hole and never see sunlight again.

everyone can see i'm fat. if you're not idol-worthy skinny, then you're fat. if you legs can't fit into skinny jeans, then you're fat. if they can't carve the shape of your bones through your skin, then you're fat. if you sweat like you run a damn marathon after a short walk, then you're fat.

fat fat fat fat fat.

what a load of bullshit.

- MIGHT AS WELL GET FAT AND BUY ME TONS OF XL ASSES. SHAME ON YOU.