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Eating Cereal
2 am; eating cereal, in my underwear
& I wonder why I don’t own any mirrors
My shadow on the closet dances & looks thin
But when I turn off the lamp I’m left feeling my skin
Don’t tell me not to diet; that I need “more meat on these bones”
Because you don’t know the story behind my baggy clothes
And you can’t tell me when to feel pretty, or when to feel good
Until you lift up my blouse & can say that you would
& I wonder why I don’t own any mirrors
My shadow on the closet dances & looks thin
But when I turn off the lamp I’m left feeling my skin
Don’t tell me not to diet; that I need “more meat on these bones”
Because you don’t know the story behind my baggy clothes
And you can’t tell me when to feel pretty, or when to feel good
Until you lift up my blouse & can say that you would
Published 16th Aug 2018
| Edited 13th Mar 2019
Author's Note
This old man told me that I shouldn’t diet, that I “need more meat on these bones” as he proceeded to pinch my arm and shake it.. I wanted to slap him. Bruh. Don’t be dumb like him.
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16th Aug 2018 7:10pm
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