Guess society hasn't been kind to you again, neither the personal mind unfortunately. But one never changed you.
Sorry for giving birth to you and wishing your death every single minute. Sorry we couldn't get that you're carrying parts of the soul too. That you have attraction in your curves and secrets under your ties.
Sorry we didn't get your owner's passion for cooking. Although he/she should have challenged himself/herself by cooking what doesn't create you.
It's been tough recently I know, specially with all the thoughts about clothes that hide you and that guy that always made jokes of you.
But fats, you really make troubles. Remember when he couldn't jump high enough? When she couldn't run fast enough? You suffocate the other organs until they can't breath.
Sometimes we need to let go of a piece so the other pieces shine. But first we need to differentiate. Differentiate between an extra piece and an original large piece. Some bodies are just curvy, that's the way they're and that's the way they'll die. But others are gaining you fats, that's the sad truth.
The owner has to do something, for the sake of the whole body, responsibility. He/she will have to melt you. And you shall be happy for it will protect his/her soul more.
But the owner shall not let go of his/her pieces because of society's refusal. Never. Let go because it's better for you not for them.
At the end, I can't promise you a softer society but you can promise me a careless, loving its body personality.
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