Don't tell me I'm skinny until you've seen the the fat rolled under my bra that I so carefully tuck away to hide from the world
and you can't tell me I'm pretty until you've seen my face without make up and all of the flaws and imperfections placed upon my pale and blotchy skin
and please don't call me beautiful until you've seen the width of my hips, or my small breasts, or the fat on my stomach that I hide with the clothes that I wear
Because it's all an act and I'm scared because what if
That is what you have fallen for
