“You’re too fat”

“Eat less”

“You can’t wear that”

“you’re not skinny enough”

Heard on a daily basis

I hate my body

“You’re thicc”

“I’d love to fuck you”

“I only like big girls”

Also heard on a daily basis

I don’t know what’s worse

What I do know is that

They both hurt just as bad

Like a reoccurring nightmare

Except in real life

A fresh start

New town

New school

New people

Everything was perfect

At least that’s what it seemed

It was unlike anything I’ve ever dreamed of

The highs were higher than ever

But the lows

Were unexplainable and even painful

People wore masks, they caused that pain

Targeting the weakest points

Only the strong ones

survived the lows

I survived that lows

And I found out who my true friends were

Ones who didn’t wear a mask

Ones who picked me up

And reminded me of my worth

Showed me a new kind of high

An unforgettable experience

They say

only sticks and stones can break bones

That words can’t hurt

They were wrong though

I repeat the same words in my head

You’re not good enough

Loose weight

You eat to much

You’re a disappointment

You’re a failure

You’re so selfish

Each time it feels like someone takes a knife and stabs me in the gut

Twisting it back and forth with every word

But this “someone” is myself

Self inflicted pain hurts the most