Skinny

I'm big and fat and ugly.
Just as ugly as the Ugly Duckling.
But even more, so they say.
I weigh 126 and that's not okay.
I have "short black" hair
And thighs as big as boulders,
But no appearence compares
To the weight on my shoulders.
Not the literal weight, the emotional one.
The one I carry on my shoulders like a gun.
The tears I cry, the pain I feel
Are nothing compared to the heartbreaking steel
Of the bullet that hits my brain.

I'm big and fat and ugly.
Just NOT as ugly as the Ugly Duckling.
"But even more", so they say.
I weigh 126 and that's just okay.
With me.

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JoannaPray

I wrote this to express how many girls sometimes feel about their weight.

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