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Flesh, flesh, flesh, there’s too much everywhere! No, I can't be seen like this There’s too much flesh here And here as well I can’t weigh this much at fifteen! Flesh on my thighs, flesh on my arms I’ll never fit on the cover of a magazine! flesh, flesh, FLESH! I better use a razor, use a knife, use broken glass Maybe the flesh will leak out, maybe I’ll be flatter FLESH FLESH FLESH EVERYWHERE How am I gonna be liked by the boys in class???? No no momma, don’t lie to me, I just know it matters Flesh FLESH FLESH ON MY STOMACH THE ROLLS WHEN I SIT DOWN AND PLUMMET Do you see it shake when I laugh too much? No no no I can’t laugh too much I can’t be happy now, do you see I heard cigarettes make you skinny and poetic, momma now don't you lie to me, momma, I'm going outside I'll go have a smoke, with my FLESH on my sides THE FLESH FLESH FLESH It’s like acid, it burns like heartache FLESH FLESH FLESH I’m gonna make my scale break No no momma, I’m not a pretty girl No momma, this flesh belongs to the monsters under my bed Who are turning into provoking voices in my head Screaming FLESH FLESH FLESH You disgusting little thing You hog all the food, you hog all the space You think you’d ever look good in underwear or in lace? Disgusting little thing, I can see through you dress You are no-good-to-love case I can’t love all of you All that FLESH FLESH FLESH My heart is not big enough to love you, girl And all your FLESH FLESH FLESH. p.t.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
FLESH FLESH FLESH
Flesh, flesh, flesh, there’s too much everywhere! No, I can't be seen like this There’s too much flesh here And here as well I can’t weigh this much at fifteen! Flesh on my thighs, flesh on my arms I’ll never fit on the cover of a magazine! flesh, flesh, FLESH! I better use a razor, use a knife, use broken glass Maybe the flesh will leak out, maybe I’ll be flatter FLESH FLESH FLESH EVERYWHERE How am I gonna be liked by the boys in class???? No no momma, don’t lie to me, I just know it matters Flesh FLESH FLESH ON MY STOMACH THE ROLLS WHEN I SIT DOWN AND PLUMMET Do you see it shake when I laugh too much? No no no I can’t laugh too much I can’t be happy now, do you see I heard cigarettes make you skinny and poetic, momma now don't you lie to me, momma, I'm going outside I'll go have a smoke, with my FLESH on my sides THE FLESH FLESH FLESH It’s like acid, it burns like heartache FLESH FLESH FLESH I’m gonna make my scale break No no momma, I’m not a pretty girl No momma, this flesh belongs to the monsters under my bed Who are turning into provoking voices in my head Screaming FLESH FLESH FLESH You disgusting little thing You hog all the food, you hog all the space You think you’d ever look good in underwear or in lace? Disgusting little thing, I can see through you dress You are no-good-to-love case I can’t love all of you All that FLESH FLESH FLESH My heart is not big enough to love you, girl And all your FLESH FLESH FLESH. p.t.
It's been a while.... my mind was screaming for some words on paper, and this is one of the rare times when my anger towards myself wins over collectiveness. it feels good though, let out some steam. I'm sorry for the ****** emotions, I'm just going through bad bad times
#self-hate#appearance#acceptance#fat#ouch#accepting
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Lebanese
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
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