Just because I'm fat that doesn't make me an easy target. Just because I'm fat that doesn't make me your punching bag. Just because I'm fat it doesn't make me insecure. Just because I'm fat that doesn't mean I will say yes to anyone. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I will crush you if we have sex. Just because I'm fat that doesn't mean I'm lucky to have sex with you. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I like every guy that pays attention to me. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I don't have feelings. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean you HAVE to pick on me you heartless bitch. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I'm stupid. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I'm unattractive. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I stink. Fuck you. Don't ask me for shit. Don't speak to me. How dare you come in my face and act as if all is well? Fuck you. Fuck your standards, fuck your life, fuck your relationship, fuck everything you damn dick. I'm stronger than you, smarter, wiser, jollier than you'll ever be. FUCK what you people heard about me. FUCK YOU FOR CONSTANTLY PICKING ON ME. People like you guys are the reasons why eating disorders exist. I wish you all get what you deserve. All the shit I've been through and you motherfuckers come back and try to get me back to that hellish place in my life. FUCK YOU! Not in a million years. I wish you'd get a chance to feel how it is to hate yourself for years because you don't look like everyone else or because your crush picks on you or because your grandmother calls you fat.  You senseless mindless fuck. I will laugh in your face one day and I hope you'd cry–cry the same fucking tears I cry all the time late at night.