The sign was clear.
I asked him to call me,
but he told me to wait.
Never had I been put first.
Always second to someone or something.
My mother wouldn't understand this.
My father would laugh.
Low self-esteem sucks when you
can't find anyone to love as you are.
Opening the fridge seems to be the warmest welcome I receive
from anything.
...Food loves me.
Even when I don't feel pretty.
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