Instead
Instead She complained of her curves From her thighs to her round bottom She said I was lucky I didn’t have ‘em She was beautiful to me With blonde curls and eyes the color of the sea But she didn’t seem to like her looks And worried about the food that was cooked I didn’t look much like her I took more after my father So if her long legs and strong arms weren’t the future for me Maybe I should look to the stars on the TV Heroin chic was hot My frizzy hair, a soft tummy, and short, strong legs were not A hair straightener, eye shadow, and skipping breakfast Maybe that was for the best So I restricted And then I binged Forever and ever amen That’s what it felt like, even though it was just 33 years Before I stopped restricting my food and my tears Tears over my body Tears over my pain Tears over all the weight loss and weight gain I cried for my parents who didn’t know any better I cried for myself who wis...