All these calories,
Cage my bones, and make me feel fifthly,
"I am to heavy," I repeat over and over again.
I am to big, I wish to be a twig,
I want to be perfect and be able to look in the mirror.
Why was I born this way?
Why am I so ugly, mommy can you tell me?
The magazines aren't helping.
Tell me how to not be a pig,
I no longer want to dwell on my skin,
I just want to be a little kid again.
I was told cutting away was dangerous,
But I am tired of all these shutting doors of opportunity.
Some one tell me how to change this imperfection of mine,
Because I am tired of feeling and seeing this ugly skin suit I am in.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
All these calories,
Cage my bones, and make me feel fifthly,
"I am to heavy," I repeat over and over again.
I am to big, I wish to be a twig,
I want to be perfect and be able to look in the mirror.
Why was I born this way?
Why am I so ugly, mommy can you tell me?
The magazines aren't helping.
Tell me how to not be a pig,
I no longer want to dwell on my skin,
I just want to be a little kid again.
I was told cutting away was dangerous,
But I am tired of all these shutting doors of opportunity.
Some one tell me how to change this imperfection of mine,
Because I am tired of feeling and seeing this ugly skin suit I am in.
When you feel like your ugly because of your weight.
Its not only a struggle for people that are on the slightly bigger side, but as well as the people with very fast metabolism both feel uncomfortable in their own skin, and I wish I could take this feeling away for not just strangers, but as well as my friends, and family.
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