Bad Hair Day Poem

August 15, 2010 at 1:24 pm | Posted in Diary Rant, Fat, Fat Hatred, Kristin Bell, Poetry | 1 Comment
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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  1. you are wrong…


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