Am I Fat?

Shoot me then!


I say, ‘I am fat.’

He says, ‘No, you are beautiful.’

I wonder why I cannot be both.

He kisses me hard.

In the mornings when I do not feel pretty,

I see him smile at me.

He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

Loving me does not require an asterisk.

Loving me is not a fetish.

Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.

I am not a freaking novelty!


I ask, ‘Am I fat?’

He says, ‘No. You are so much more,’

and kisses me hard.


About RaineFairy

Just another girl who writes crappy doodles and sloppy scribbles.

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