To The Teenagers Talking About Me Across The Way

Do you think I don’t know?

Do you think I don’t notice your whispers, your stares, your laughter at my form?

It’s true, I’m not thin. But who are you to judge?

Unlike you, I am confident. I can come to this cafe and sit, drink, eat alone and be content. You cling to your boyfriend’s arm, looking fearful every time he tries to get up.

When he sits back down, the stares and whispers start.

So go ahead and look, go on and laugh.

Your words are meaningless when you’re the one hiding behind glass.

-If you have something to fucking say, come say it to my face.