This is just my body, Honestly.

Sat, 12/27/2014 - 20:37 -- RileyML

I bring my lunch to school, everyday.

Us sacklunchers rarely have to stray into the Bedlam of

The lunch line.

 

We cannot escape forever, though.

Something anything could cause us to slip up and forget

Our lifeline.

 

I hate the line despise it, actually.

5 foot 90-something pounds and the lunch ladies watch me like I'm

A sickly animal.

 

This is just my body, honestly.

I am not sick I am not ill don't you dare praise me for

"Actually eating today."

 

I eat well enough and healthy, enough.

My weight my health and my body are all ultimately mine and

Mine alone.

 

It's just how I am, honestly.

Nobody has and nobody ever will have the right to tell me that

It's not perfect.

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