Stop Telling Me

Stop telling me that I should “really eat something” just because you don’t see the struggle I have with keeping that something in my stomach Stop telling me that men like curvy girls as if the approval of all men is really what I am looking for Stop telling me that I have a nice ass or a great rack as if that’s all I am worried about Stop telling me that the reason I won’t eat in front of you is because all girls think they are fat as if thinking you’re fat isn’t a problem You have no idea Stop rolling your eyes at me when I ask “how many calories are in that” or when I say “I can’t eat that” because I’m not asking for your sake Stop huffing and puffing every time I complain about my body because my complaints about my body have almost killed me Stop telling me that I look like I’ve gained weight or “gotten thicker” because I will try to fix it in the worst possible way Stop telling me what you think about my body because it’s not your body and I’ve heard it all before There is a reason that it hasn’t fixed anything yet So stop telling me