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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