My fat defines me.
I feel like it eats away at me, yet grows on me.
I feel trapped.
Insecure.
When I'm with my friends,
I feel like an elephant trying to dance with butterflies.
Which falls flat on it's face in a mud pit.
Society is cruel.
Harsh.
Crazy.
And messed. Up.
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