Maybe I should shut up but I’m a human, too.
I have to loose some weight because I’m called fat. Last year people envied my flat stomach so I ate more because I hated their comments. Now they are rude. I do this because they are saying so and I owe them a lot. I owe my life. I have to please them.
Sometimes I wonder why I’m here just to be a ugly rag doll. I have no power to be myself. I please others because I don’t know my place or do I even have a place here.
I just want to leave this city, this country, and meet people who don’t know who I am. They don’t know that I shouldn’t be living.
I gave my everything. They gave me food. Food can help me to keep my body alive but I need some love to be really alive but it’s not something that I can ask for.
I just want to say this to the ones who might be missing me: ”Have a nice day in the fridge. See you when I’m skinny again.”









