Something Else

Putting this up real quick before I go to therapy..

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               You were fine.

               You had vanquished it, was doing fine until today.

                Today, you saw it all again.

                Saw jiggling, marked flesh.

                Saw the swell of the stomach.

                Thighs straining against denim.

                Round face.

                They say you're fine. Too small, even.

                Are they blind? How do they not see what you do?

                You realize: they want you to be bigger so they feel better.

                You're torn. You want them to be happy, but no one wants a fat girl around.

                Think...

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                'I'm sorry.'

               ' But I can't be the fat kid ever again.'