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I feel like I am enclosed in a cage. Being strangled by hate and rage. My lungs are screaming And I have really been meaning To inform you that I am not who I was. Fat. Pig. Whale. Huge. These are just a few, Of the words young men throw at me. Who is the woman they want me to be? I am told to be myself Yet if I don’t conform to the ideal image I am disgusting. I feel like people can never see me. I will always be the weight that lingers around my soul. I am being choked and poked and pulled. I CAN’T EVER BE WHO I WANT TO! Why are you staring at me like that? Is it because I’m fat. Fat. F-A-T. Three letters- one meaning. A word that is so rooted to my soul that its burning a hole. Light me on fire Watch me burn- Away those extra calories! At least I would look thinner. Maybe then you’ll see me. Maybe not.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
Fat
I feel like I am enclosed in a cage. Being strangled by hate and rage. My lungs are screaming And I have really been meaning To inform you that I am not who I was. Fat. Pig. Whale. Huge. These are just a few, Of the words young men throw at me. Who is the woman they want me to be? I am told to be myself Yet if I don’t conform to the ideal image I am disgusting. I feel like people can never see me. I will always be the weight that lingers around my soul. I am being choked and poked and pulled. I CAN’T EVER BE WHO I WANT TO! Why are you staring at me like that? Is it because I’m fat. Fat. F-A-T. Three letters- one meaning. A word that is so rooted to my soul that its burning a hole. Light me on fire Watch me burn- Away those extra calories! At least I would look thinner. Maybe then you’ll see me. Maybe not.
dorothy
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dorothy
22/F/American
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
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