How many times
Have I told my friends
My family
Myself
That to be fat or ugly
Is not the worst thing you can be
That you shouldn’t starve
So some guy might want to fuck you
That you shouldn’t pull yourself apart
So that you can stitch yourself perfect
And yet
Here I am
Skipping meals
Pushing and pulling at my skin
Wishing it was a little more here
And a little less there
I am a hypocrite because
The lies they believed
Are rooted into my own head
You won’t be pretty until you’re bones
You’re worth nothing if you aren’t perfect
My darling don’t listen
It isn’t true
You’re worth everything
You’re perfect
You’re you
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