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Fat


I am my rolls, my folds, my muffin top

I am my lungs, my heart, my stomach

I am the pizza, the bread, the ice cream. 

 

I am my rubbed raw thighs

I am my arms not fitting in sleeves

I am no models looking like me

 

But I am human

I am a breath of fresh air

I am still alive

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