Felix, your face looks suddenly so chubby.
Felix, what happened to your face?
You look different somehow.
Did you gain fat?
Yeah, and what if I did?
Why do you always have to comment on my body?
I feel more comfortable like this.
With my face not so sharp, but a bit rounder.
It's how I am.
Who I am.
Let me be.
Leave me alone.
Please.
It's already hard enough accepting myself.
Yet I don't say that.
I can't tell them that.
So instead, I make a diet.
Go to the gym.
Regain my un-chubby angular face.
So that they're happy.
If that's what they want.
I don't have the strength to disobey them.
Who cares if I'm healthy.
Who cares if I'm comfortable.
As long as I look how they want me to.
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