Mental Health
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20 I constantly spend time staring at myself in mirrors and glass windows, tugging at whatever fat I can find on my body. My mother says I’m too thin but I don’t see it. I see strangers staring at me, whispering under their breath wishing they had my waist and my long legs but I don’t see how anyone would want the fat that covers my body.
By Nina Pierce12 months ago in Poets



