my father left because i’m fat
all of my men
all my friends
because i’m fat.
i was raped because i was thin
the other day, on the street, b/c i’m fat
two guys walking by, one said,
look at that fat bitch
so i don’t go out
i shop at night
i live on the outskirts
people tell me to wear sleeves
they stare
i keep friends for years before they leave me
my mother died then my father raped me. he left because
I am fat. they all left.
people stare and say things for my own good, right ?, even if
they are nasty
my fat protects me from the creep, the ass, the broken heart
it keeps me warm.
it is why every bad thing happens.
It keeps me safe.
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