This is a very personal poem. If you didn't completely understand what I was writing about: I got teased about my weight a lot when I was younger (I'm not skinny now) and when I was ten, some girls came up to me on school photo day and asked me if I was pregnant (I hadn't even had my period). To this day, that memory haunts me -when my people joke about me being pregnant I try and rub it off but, it haunts me. And when people call me fat -it breaks me. In primary school (close to half it I dealt with being teased about my weight).
I did overcome it at one point (I lost weight and didn't realise but, now I'm not exactly that way any-more). People stopped teasing me for my last year of primary school after I ran 400 metres when I was twelve.
Looking back on those memories some of that pain was easier to deal with but, at the same time it was so hard to live through. That memory still haunts me and I still haven't forgotten those girls names or faces.
Thankies for reading. And please don't tease someone about their weight all it does it makes people live with a haunting memory.
- Pink Sparkles