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?
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
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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