Didn’t you know boy’s like skinny girls.  those with their jutted out boney hips. That only anorexia can fix.  Don’t you understand?  Those hips, these thighs.  This hurt, the lies. People say it’s all about your personality.  But I don’t believe that. I’m not asking for your sympathy. It’s just amazing what your mind will say since no one is listening. You don’t understand, you all say you do.  Get it through your head I am me and you are you. You will never understand what I’m going through. It doesn’t matter what someone said before.  My foot is already one step out the door. Didn’t you know boy’s like skinny girls.  those with their jutted out boney hips. That only anorexia can fix.  Don’t you understand?  Those hips, these thighs.  This hurt, the lies. Get it out of your head it’s not about the guys. It doesn’t matter, don’t let them patronize.  About your size. It doesn’t measure your intelligence.  Let alone your relevance. You need to understand. It’s not about the guys.  Let alone these lies. Sure, this girl is plus size. It doesn’t matter don’t you recognize. Her heart is pure gold. But still you’re not sold. I don’t know what you have been told. You may not understand. So, let me be real bland. Every word spouted from your lips. Do you understand how it hits? It’s ripping us to bits. What is wrong with you? Why would you say that? But then we realize it’s just in our heads. Don’t you know what you’re putting yourself through? Don’t you understand your making life so hard? What hurts the most is that you can’t stop. Once those voices begin to whisper. Then learn how to talk.  Beginning to tell lies. That you believe. They continue echo until you ask them? Please stop. Once again you don’t understand. You’re the voice. You’re the one causing your own misery. I’m begging you get out of your head. Cause you made the lie.  That boy’s like skinny girls.  those with their jutted out boney hips. That only anorexia can fix.  Don’t you understand?  Those hips, these thighs.  This hurt, the lies. Are not a part of you. Cause I am me and you are you. Even I will never understand what you’re going through. Unless you tell me too.