Is it my size that makes feel bad about yourself?
Is it knowing that I fit into any article of clothing and can make it to an outfit?
Hey, did you know my dad, yeah the guy you married, is why I’m so skinny?
He got his thin body type from my grandma. He used to obsess about trying to be a normal body type, trying to overeat and build muscles.
He told me he wished he didn’t waste his time and accepted himself earlier.
Maybe if you bothered to look through the pictures of his past you would get a better understanding.
But wait, my mom is in those pictures. Oh wait.
Is it because as I grow more into a woman, I completely embody my mother?
Does that scare you?
Does it make you feel weird that we’re so close, my papa and I?
Or maybe because you know this house is mine before it will ever be yours.
Who knows what you feel and why you feel the way you do but the notion that you can only comment how much my weight makes me my mind wander..