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Body Issues

read with caution, this is just poetry

By mikayla mariePublished 6 years ago 1 min read

I look down and my stomach stares up at me, poking out of my jeans.

Fat spilling over my pants.

My thighs stick together, creating holes in my jeans after awhile because all they do is chafe.

I finished getting dressed for the day, a blue tank top covers my upper half.

My push up bra loose considering I have no boobs.

Where you’d want the fat isn’t where it is.

I look at myself in the mirror, my arms look chubbier in this.

I can’t wear this.

I throw on an over sized hoodie just to please myself for the day.

My body image stays in my head all day.

The constant reminder of not fitting in with society…

Oh society, what have you done?

sad poetry

About the Creator

mikayla marie

basically a life story in the form of journalism. i guess that's poetic

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