I Am A Victim

I am a victim.

I am a victim of self hate, slut shame, don’t eat that you’ll inflate.

A victim of don’t you want to eat that you’re so small, no because I am tired of feeling small.

I am a victim of self harm, of cat call and heartbreak.

Depression.

Anxiety.

Society.

I am a victim of the social injustice of feeling unjust when all I want to do is just

Love.

Love myself for who I am with my scars, but society makes it so hard.

Hard to understand myself and be myself and wish I was someone else because I have come to learn not to trust myself when I’m all by myself.

I am a victim.

I am a victim of believing society and letting them convince me I am not worth my own weight in platinum letting them convince me that I am not worth, more than the dirt, in which we walk letting them convince me that I am not enough.

I am a victim of society, and out of everything, I think that’s the worst.