Fat

She was fat

She knew it

looking at her wet face and body

in the bathroom mirror through the steam

from the shower she’d just taken

She was fat

She knew it

eighty pounds soaking wet

she weighed herself every day

saw the number with the swaying dial

She was fat

She knew it

with her flat chest and cherry blossom tits

that poked out an inch from each breast

her ribs marking her skin with each breath

her pelvis bone poking out from her hips

with her skin dipping down

towards the V of her crotch

She was fat

She knew it

with her skin taught

against bones

in her arms and legs

and her neck exposed

every vein and tendon

She was fat

She knew it

wearing clothes so small

they still were too big

for her body

She was fat

She knew it

spending half of every day

holding ceramic sides

head half submerged

in pits of toilet bowls

spewing breakfast and dinner

from her small stomach

She was fat

She knew it

All her socials told her so