It took a lot for me to get to this point. It took a look of name calling. It took a lot of mental abuse. It took almost all my hope. I’ve cried. I’ve been depressed. I’ve self harmed. I’ve given up so many times on myself but I’m pretty sure I’VE HAD FUCKING ENOUGH.
THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE DIRTY LOOKS
This one is for every time I’ve felt ashamed of my body BECAUSE OF A COMPLETE STRANGER.
This one is for the emotional problems I deal with every day, especially in intimate relationships, because of years of bullying.
This one is for every time I’ve thought “I don’t deserve to eat”
This one is for every fucking asshole that has discriminated against me because of my weight.
This one is for every time I’ve heard “you’d be so pretty if…”
THIS ONE IS FOR MY FELLOW FATTIES.
This one is for Brandon, the bastard from high school, that made me cry every day on my walk home.
This is for every time I wished I was someone else.
This is for every girl who is ashamed of her body
Every girl that is emotionally tortured and badgered by society, teachers, co-workers, random strangers, and most of the time family and friends for her weight.
FUCK YOU.
F U C K Y O U.
YOU DO NOT FUCKING DEFINE ME. I AM NOT SOMETHING AT YOUR DISPENSE. I AM NOT A FUCKING FETISH. MY BODY IS NONE OF YOUR F U C K I N G BUSINESS AND YOU BEST FUCKING BELIEVE I WILL EAT YOU FOR A FUCKING SNACK BEFORE YOU EVER MAKE ME FEEL WORTHLESS AGAIN.