Really?
It's 2015
And
The only thing you call me is
Fat?
You belive that those words will pierce me?
I have heard that word so many times,
I scoff at you.
I know I'm fat,
I know I have chub,
But I have something you don't.
The ability to accept it and ignore things you say.
Luckily, I don't wake up to please you everyday.
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