I was 5
When you first told me that I ate too much, that I needed to lay off the trans fat.
But I doubt you remember.
I was 6
When you told me they're just little kids, they'll stop eventually.
But I doubt you remember.
I was 7
When you first told me that boys will be boys and my brother would stop being abusive.
But I doubt you remember.
I was 9
When you first asked me if I was anorexic because I had started eating less.
But I doubt you remember.
I was 10
When you flat out told me that you knew I was anorexic and that I was fucking stupid.
But I doubt you remember.
I was 11
When you first told me I wasn't worth your time and I wouldn't amount to anything.
But I doubt you remember.
I was 12
When you first told me that you thought my music was antichrist, that I lost my way and needed Jesus, that I was a disappointment because of how I acted and dressed.
But I doubt you remember.
I was 13
When you first told me I was a disgrace. That I was a mistake and you didn't care, you wanted me dead.
But I doubt you remember.
I was 14
When you first saw my scars. You wanted me sent away, you didn't want to deal with me. You didn't understand why I'd do that because people have it worse. You said I was an idiot and that I'd never find love.
But I doubt you remember.
I was a newborn
When you first told me that you'd love me forever and a day.
But I doubt you remember that either mom...
