The Ugly Duckling Never Sat Right With Me
( link to original post , posted on 11/15/2024) I was going through my folders looking for something and I ended up finding this poem? It’s from 2021 and I labeled it ‘this is a very stupid poem’ for some reason but when I read I was like… hold on… I don’t write a huge amount of poetry, and I’m thinking maybe I should do it more often. Anyway, this is about fatphobia, bad self image, and mentions some bloody/gory imagery, as well as inferences towards self harm (past tense), so mind your step (also if you enjoy this and wanna help me out, throw me a tip , if you’ve got something to spare) The Ugly Duckling Never Sat Right With Me when I was 12 I wanted to pop a pimple that ran so deep and large that all the fat in my body erupted out of it like a disgusting volcano I wanted to unzip my skin and step out of it bloody naked as a newborn and finally beautiful I was always told that if I would just lose weight I would be healthier I would be happier I would be real I could be oh so ...