Sticks & Stones may break my bones, but words will always leave scars deeper than you can imagine.
You remember the moment. The hour. The minute.
The second you decided to take things into your own hands.
Time after time of hearing two-word phrases.
She's fat.
She's overweight.
Heavy set.
Pudgy chick.
The girls whispering and point at you in the locker room.
And one day -
You snap.
You stare at yourself in the mirror after school.
Resolving to make a change.
Resolving to break the chains food has on you.
The shackles on your wrist of snacks and treats
will no longer have a grasp.
So you stop eating.
It's a downward slope, and you're on a sled.
First you stop eating snacks.
Then you restrict your meal size.
Then suddenly you find yourself making excuses.
Reasons why you can't eat.
You don't feel well.
You ate earlier.
You sleep later so you can skip breatkfast.
You eat small amounts of food and trick yourself into pretending you're satisfied.
Instead of breaking free from the chains
the shackles on your wrists got tighter
the chains heavier
and all because of a couple
two-word phrases.
{No, this is not about me. But I'd say most girls struggle with this, me included. Maybe just not to this extent.}
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