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laxlion23
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Weight I was four when you first told me not to eat so fast and to not have seconds.

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I was four when you first told me not to eat so fast and to not have seconds.

"You don't want to get fat do you?" you would always say.

But I doubt you remember.

I was five when you first told me I needed to exercise.

And signed me up for a sports team.

But I doubt you remember.

I was six when you first weighed me in front of you.

Looking down at the number disappointed.

But I doubt you remember.

I was seven when you first wrote my weight in pounds on a post it.

And put it for everyone to see.

But I doubt you remember.

I was eight when you first offered me money.

Betting on how much weight I could lose in six months.

But I doubt you remember.

I was nine when you first announced that the whole family would be dieting.

Because we all needed to drop a few pounds.

But I doubt you remember.

I was ten when you first saw me push my dinner away.

Saying that I didn't need to eat.

And that I wasn't hungry.

But I doubt you remember.

I was eleven when you first bought me clothes a size too small.

Saying that I would fit when I grew a little bit taller, and got a little skinnier.

But I doubt you remember.

I was twelve when you first got calls from camp.

Saying that I had been skipping meals

And that I had been cutting my wrist, chest, and thighs.

But I doubt you remember.

I was thirteen when you first refused to take me to therapy.

To patch me up and make me better.

I fourteen when you first started searching through my things.

Saying that I was doing something to make me depressed.

But I doubt you remember.

I was fifteen when you began to refuse to feed me when we would get into another fight late at night.

But I doubt you remember.

I was sixteen when you began to shove scissors and blades at me.

Saying that if I wanted to cut so bad then I should go ahead and slit my wrist.

But I doubt you remember.

I was two when you first told me you loved me;

Your precious baby girl

Your only daughter.

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