"You're not fat."
After showering I am confronted with my reflection.
You stand right next to me,
With a wrapped towel around your body.
You give me a kiss on my cheek.
When I ask you if I'm fat, you say that I'm not.
I know you're lying.
Because every time I'm on the beach,
Every time I'm in a fitting room,
Or every time I see a photo of a girl,
I'm reminded again of the fact that I'm fat.
Yet your words gave you a little confidence.
Your lied words.
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Lies A Boy Tells You
RandomHe lied to me. He lied several times. Sometimes with good intentions, Sometimes to come out better himself. Yet he lied. Recognizable? Let me know in this book. WARNING TO ALL THE GIRLS/ BOYS WHO ARE IN LOVE WITH A BOY: THEY LIE
