Glass

Fat

Fat.

Is all I see.

When I look.

In the mirror.

I've been told.

Many times.

That I'm skinny.

I'm pretty.

I look so healthy.

But they all lie.

I know I'm not.

Not skinny.

Not pretty.

And definitely.

Not healthy.

But I can't care.

About my health.

When my look.

Is more important.

I'm fat.

So much weight.

In my 5'0" body.

I weigh 120 lbs.

And I.

Am fat.

It started.

With my mom.

She said.

That I.

Should continue.

A sport.

That I.

Have never loved.

Just.

So I could be.

Skinny.

I continued the sport.

Then my aunt.

Said I looked better.

After the sport season.

Ended.

So I continued.

Then it was me.

I went on a camping trip.

And ate.

So much.

I didn't gain weight.

But I.

Was still fat.

I sat down.

And had stomach rolls.

So did everyone else.

But I.

Was still fat.

So every day.

I ate less.

And less.

And less.

Nobody knew.

Nobody saw.

How hard.

I was trying.

Nobody cared.

So I continued.

To eat less.

I eat enough.

To stay alive.

And somehow.

I'm still fat.

I exercise.

For 2 hours.

Every other day.

I eat.

A piece of bread.

For breakfast.

An apple for lunch.

(With milk.)

And chicken salad.

For dinner.

I am.

15.

5'0".

98 lbs.

And fat.