My Body
They all keep laughing and staring at me
“This is my fault”
I tell this too myself as I look in the mirror and as I say it my eyes start to water and then before I know it I'm in the corner of the bathroom crying
Wishing I could stop eating , wishing I could lose weight .
And if I don't everyone will keep judging me for what I wear or how I look
My parents tell me it's easy but they don't go through what I do
Because it not easy
But you know what
My body is my body and is should be able to accept myself for who I am
Others shouldn't care
So if I Want to where a crop top
Or shorts leave me be I'm a human too
My body is a masterpiece and I should be accepting of who I am
This is… MY BODY
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