I constantly feel like I'm growing,
my knowledge, height, but always terrified of it happening to my waist
because that's what I was taught growing up
that beauty depended on the number on a scale
that wearing close that were baggy
were more comfortable than being stared at when I entered a room.
And you said you "knew how I felt"
but I wonder if you did, did you grow up ashamed?
Feel in control after the first binge of emotions? We're taught to shove
them down, fill our stomachs up with them, make our waists and
depression bigger. Almost like a full meal.
And after we've had too much, purge them.
Because that's what we know to do.