Fat shaming
I saw my reflection in the mirror.
I saw it in the pictures I take.
I saw my body through car windows.
When a girl calls me fat and tells me
To go to the gym and lose weight.
I tell her that it's hard because of depression
She tells me that it isn't hard like she didn't care.
So I give her the middle finger. Because you don't have the right
To call me fat. You do not have the right to fat shame my body that's my job.
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