It's 2015


The only thing you call me is



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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