All those times when you looked at me and told
me that I needed to work out just because you could
see an inch of my fat sticking out from the back
of my shirt,
I never said anything.

All those times that you told me that I needed to
diet because I was eating one leftover piece of
cake from a party for dessert,
I never said anything.

All those times you told me that you would put me
back into the school that I was physically abused
and bullied at just as a threat for my misbehavior,
I never said anything.

All those times that you looked me in the eye and
told me it didn’t matter if I failed because you had
two other children that would succeed more
than I ever could in life,
I never said anything.

But what if I had said something?
Would I come off as rude even though in my head
it explained everything?
Would your anger only increase after I explained
the pain that you had put me through?

But if I could have said something,
I would have said this:
Mom, I love you,
and I just want you to love me too.