Big Girl

February 28, 2012
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As my size two shoes dragged
across the carpet,I entered your room.

I waited for my good night kiss, and
it didn't come.

Instead you gave me insecurities,
and heartache,
ane years to think about
how beautiful skinny and perfect
I AM NOT.

You told me if I didn't lose weight
I'd start fitting into the "big girl" clothes.

All that was left of me,
was an insecure seven--year--old,
who felt to big to be loved,
even by the
one
who should love her most

I left from you wide white fdoor,
to my blue bedroom.
Crawling into bed,
I curled up with my soft blankie
wrapped tightly arounf my body.

At least something could protect me.
My eyes slowly became too tired
to hold themselves, awake any longer.
Finally I could sleep and forget.
forget about what you thought of me.
I could escape.





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