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My body My body gets looked at, talked about, shamed. My body doesn't fit comfortably in an airline seat and my body keeps getting fatter. My body offends and disgusts you. My body absorbs the blows.        the shocks               it reverberates the ripples Take in more food. EAT. no one loves you. no one ever could. you're too FAT.                    too hideous.                    unlovable So, I abuse my body.                            I hurt it.          give it more. move it less. It grows, my own self-loathing grows. Like water to a plant.          Your gaze and comments like the sun     My body continues to sprout. upwards outwards all aroundwards Making it harder to fit.                   harder to move.                   harder to Be. I wish they loved my body, maybe I could have too. Maybe I could have too.
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
My Body
My body My body gets looked at, talked about, shamed. My body doesn't fit comfortably in an airline seat and my body keeps getting fatter. My body offends and disgusts you. My body absorbs the blows.        the shocks               it reverberates the ripples Take in more food. EAT. no one loves you. no one ever could. you're too FAT.                    too hideous.                    unlovable So, I abuse my body.                            I hurt it.          give it more. move it less. It grows, my own self-loathing grows. Like water to a plant.          Your gaze and comments like the sun     My body continues to sprout. upwards outwards all aroundwards Making it harder to fit.                   harder to move.                   harder to Be. I wish they loved my body, maybe I could have too. Maybe I could have too.
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
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