You're a beautiful girl, just fat
Fat.
I never thought I would ever live this long
Even now I get angry
I thought I would die at 18, 20, 25
I kept hoping and praying that I would be taken in my sleep.
Obviously, I never did.
Doesn't mean I don't still hope.
I have built up my tolerance and walls
But it doesn't help
Fat still cuts through it all
Leaving behind holes for my soul to seep through.
So maybe when I die
Someday soon
Maybe I will make a gelatinous, ugly corpse
Or maybe a shrunken, hollow one
Either way, I will be empty inside when go
I am on a path to self discovery and reevaluating my self worth. This blog will include fashion, fun, food, and body image issues.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Fat
Labels:
body image,
depression,
melancholy,
poem,
poetry
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