He mocked me, for I wore a soft shirt.
He mocked me, for I wore comfortable clothes.
He mocked me, for I was fat.
He told me I'll turn everybody on
He told me I should put a bra on.
He told me I should be ashamed of my body.
He made me put on an undershirt in the morning.
He made me look at myself in the mirror for once.
He made me look at my stomach.
I now feel alone.
I now feel unsatisfied.
I now feel distraut.
I have never felt this way before.
I have never had to.
I am Male.
I am judged.
I am Huge.
I am Fat.
At least, that's what he told me.
But is he wrong?