They laugh, saying I'm skinny,
Yes, I agree, it's true,
But it's not by choice, you see,
Losing weight, like life's sucking me dry.


Their whispers cut, a painful sting,
But I know it's temporary,
I'll rise, laugh, and spread my wings,
Leaving their hurtful words to fade.


Stretch marks remain, a constant test,
Black belly, a reminder of my past,
Confidence shaken, lost, and repressed,
Low self-esteem, a weight that won't last.

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