Cinching at my waist
Tucking, kneading the doughy flesh
Till it's tight, contained
Because you are ugly when you expand
Keep those rib cages pressed down
Your organs don't need air
Functionality is secondary
To society's standard of flawless.
Oh to be self aware
And still lose the battle
every time.
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