"there is this mystery about me"
I wear two layers of skin
to protect myself
from the taints of his hand
on my curve-less
silky skin.
The thickness of my skin
is not just food
it’s a mixture of
pain and fear.
Fear of being touched
forced me
to hide the real me
and paint myself
in dark colours.
The fat I wear
is not a mistake
it’s my choice.
When he touched me
he told me
“don’t tease me by being beautiful”
so I decided beautiful isn’t
meant for me.
I covered myself
with a layer of doubt
then I wrapped up
a layer of dust
along with a layer of
self doubt and fat.
And this all
turned me
into a chubby
undesirable person.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
"there is this mystery about me"
I wear two layers of skin
to protect myself
from the taints of his hand
on my curve-less
silky skin.
The thickness of my skin
is not just food
it’s a mixture of
pain and fear.
Fear of being touched
forced me
to hide the real me
and paint myself
in dark colours.
The fat I wear
is not a mistake
it’s my choice.
When he touched me
he told me
“don’t tease me by being beautiful”
so I decided beautiful isn’t
meant for me.
I covered myself
with a layer of doubt
then I wrapped up
a layer of dust
along with a layer of
self doubt and fat.
And this all
turned me
into a chubby
undesirable person.
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