Lunch time is a time I dread.
I would much rather be dead than to eat in front of people.
The anxious feeling I feel is wondering if they're judging me.
Do I chew weird? Do I eat too  little? Or maybe I eat too much.
Lunch time is a time I dread because we have these 'rules' in society about  weight.
I've always been judged by my weight.
The anxious feeling I feel when I walk through the corridor at school is wondering if they're judging me with their mean eyes and evil grins as I walk past.
Does she eat? Should I ask her? Is she okay? Or maybe she's anorexic.
If you ask me, I'm quiet flattered by how much strangers worry about me.
But the time I will always hate is lunch time.
The haunting sound of the bell as I make my way down to the cafeteria wondering if they're judging me.