Fat shaming

I saw my reflection in the mirror.
I saw it in the pictures I take.
I saw my body through car windows.
When a girl calls me fat and tells me
To go to the gym and lose weight.
I tell her that it's hard because of depression
She tells me that it isn't hard like she didn't care.
So I give her the middle finger. Because you don't have the right
To call me fat. You do not have the right to fat shame my body that's my job.

This poem is about: 
Me

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