Baba always wanted me to dress in loose-fitting clothing,
Even though I am petite.
When we went shopping,
And something fit me but wasn’t loose,
He’d tell me that it looked bad on me.
Most of the time he ended up telling me that my body was ugly,
That no clothes fit me.
And I’d cry on the way home.
I got older and started buying my own clothes with my own money,
So that they wouldn’t say anything.
But I still have a problem finding my size.
It took me a really long time to love my body again,
And I now wear clothes that I like.