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I know you thought you meant well, but a diet at twelve was pure hell Looking in the mirror at this enormous shell Emotions rising my eyes swell I couldn't help what I had felt And when it got too heavy I was met with your belt I didn't want to be seen and I'd scream because to you, being skinny was more important than anything I'd ever be It was as if life was a race and I'd got lost along the way, I'd fallen behind, and for that I would pay I was no match for the cruel words that bore deep, entwined within, and sprouted self hate I wanted nothing more than to cut off the fat and put on a new face I love myself now but I will never forget The first men in my life were misogynists