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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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