I never grew out of my insecurities, you see?
I just buried them under my now thinner skin.
I can joke about me being fat only because I've starved myself to be in this position now.
But trust me when the masks will be taken off tonight,
it'll be the old me standing in front of the mirror,
caressing my body,
convincing me that 'yes I am beautiful. I'm worth falling in love with'.
I'll look into her tearing eyes
and gently try to wipe her tears away
but she won't let me.
I guess she needs this.
She needs to let it out.
So I'll let her.
I'll see her tears slide from under her lashes and land onto her hands.
I'll trace their paths.
I'll tell her that I love her and that I always will.
I'll tell her she's beautiful and that she'll be loved,
loved for her skin, her thick thighs, her not so smooth hair.
She will be loved.
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