Bad Hair Day Poem

Diary Rant, Fat, Fat Hatred, Kristin Bell, Poetry
my hair is ugly.
my face is ugly.
my body is ugly.
my life is ugly.
I’m going to die soon.
I haven’t done anything good.
No one will care when I’m gone.
It doesn’t matter.
None of us matter in the end of time.
Maybe some people will matter for a while.
But not me.
Here’s what they can say about me:
She was fat her whole life and took up too much room.

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