STOP
STOP
Telling me you’re fat.
Insisting that 5 pounds lost
Equals happiness.
STOP
Telling me you’re ugly.
That you hate your nose and thighs and eyes
Because they are somehow wrong.
STOP
Telling me no one will love you.
Because to me
You are perfect.
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