Let's talk about this. Because I feel like I'm about to fall into that deep abyss. Again. So, let's listen to me then. I want this to end. You keep on talking about my weight. I'm sure you do this, to motivate. I know I'm ugly because I'm fat. I know you all have been thinking that. "Your shirt is looking a little tight." "I'm sure you have a big appetite." "Here I bought you a shirt that's 3 times the size you actually are!" "You have a two piece swimsuit?! That's bizarre!" Just leave me alone! I get it, I've grown! We are all going to die. So why do you care so much about my BMI!?
I don't get it. I feel like I'm falling apart. Why won't they let it go? I get it but what am I supposed to do?! I can't lose weight in 3 seconds. I don't eat that unhealthy it's my genetics. Genetics will always ***** you over in the end though, won't they? - Oh boy that was rough but Im feeling a bit better now. This poem helped get out some pent up anger I've been hoarding for a while. Sorry for the little rant above but I felt it was important to not change what I wrote when I wrote this poem. :)