Fat chicks?
What do they see when they look at themselves full length in the mirror?
Years of taunts that cut to the bone - if in fact, you could get to their bones.
School yard loneliness that only a donut could satisfy.
Never being picked by the boys at school.
Hatred for the pretty girls who scored so easily.
A mountain of rage, where their stomachs aught to be,
cascading over their privacy that nobody wants to see.
Knock knees, swollen ankles and stretch marks,
and a bikini line that hasn't seen the light of day,
since puberty,
their prettiest aspects.
A belly laugh as big as, well, them,
that hides all their insecurity.
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