she never fit.
too big for her clothes,
and too small for people.
too big for herself,
but too small for herself.
she was never enough in her own eyes,
they were tainted with the glossy depression
that could blur out the good.
if there was any.to her,
she never fit.
in situations,
or socially acceptable sizes.
besides the people around her,
it was the negative society
raging in her head,
you
don't
fit.if she got bigger in opinions,
it was not okay.
if she got smaller in weight,
it was not okay.
she was her worst enemy
but stuck with herself,
she carried on anyway -
hopeless as it was.because,
you see,
she never fit.
too big for her clothes,
and too small for people.
only
to her._____________
does this even make sense? idk //
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La Da Dee ✔
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