F.A.T

October 19, 2015

I am F.A.T

Fearless

Amazing

Tormented.

Tormented by who?

Tormented by you, or rather

Them.

The believers in only bones, stretched out over miles of skin.

Them.

Living in only hungry stomachs for beauty and

Starving eyes for perfection.

I am F. A. T

Fairly Amazed and Thankful

Thankful to be alive

even if I am just.. Fat

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