I Am Good
Five pounds and 6 ounces
Sick and yellowed
Hospitalized during Christmas
Elementary school now
Crying because I couldn't fit into Bobbi Jack tees
I didn't fit into anything
Middle school
Crying in the dressing room
Over a pair of pj pants marked size large
Wearing whatever fit, from whatever age group
And being asked why I had the same shirt as someone's grandmother
High school
I "cared"
I "cared" to wear makeup
I "cared" to fix my hair during each period switch
I "cared" not to eat lunch
I "cared" enough to say I wasn't hungry
College
I care
I actually care that I feel good
I actually care to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I feel better, look better
I laugh harder, love more
I am good
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