I was walking through the breakfast line, and I was wearing a graphic t-shirt that fell weird on my body. Especially my stomach. This grey guitar shirt hung from my body making the guitar sort of ripple up on itself, making my size 2 body look like it had fat rolls.
I don't know if they were talking about me, or if it was anyone else in the full lunch room, but I heard the one whisper.
"Look at those fat rolls."
I had stiffened when I walked by after I heard that. Became aware that my stomach perhaps wasn't flat enough. Maybe I was fat. Two years later lead me to the present of today, I have gained at lease 15 pounds, but the girl in my head reappeared tonight.
She came back to show me that I wasn't alone, that I didn't have to be by myself.
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