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Skinny

I hate my body.

All my angles and lines.

And I hate them all

because of you.

What are we trying to accomplish?

Pitting body type against body type?

Why is it wrong to love

my bones,

if it's encouraged that you love

your curves?

I am healthy.

I eat every day.

My body is different,

why isn't that okay?

I get called

twig,

anorexic,

and sick.

But I can't call you

log,

fat,

or thick.

Don't tell me to gain weight,

and I won't tell you to lose it.

Why can't we accept that people are different?

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Written by
lauren-christina-pearson
American
Published
Feb 27, 2012
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