Sometimes

Sometimes I think about

taking a knife to my stomach

and cutting away the regrets.

Sometimes I pull at my skin

to see if I would look better skinnier.

Sometimes I don’t eat for days

in the hope I’ll get smaller.

Sometimes I’m scared that no one

will ever love me for the way I look.

Sometimes I forget that I am me

and no matter how I look, I’m still me. 

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