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Nov 2017
She said: You're ugly
not with brutality
not with honesty
but with the sly backhand
slap
look at all that fat
fatfatfat
her hand branded me from that time.

nestled me into the crook of her arms
held me under
for way too long
I forgot how to get food without tongs

She was built like a rhino
and I think she wanted a hand

slap
fat fat fat

to stop the hand that had slapped her
so she reached for my thigh
cellulite and stretch marks
slap
she slapped them red.
Wish I hadn't run.

I think I would have smiled at her.
And asked why she thought hitting fat people was fun.
Robin MacCuish
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Robin MacCuish  19/Non-binary
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