I don’t eat a lot,
But when I do,
It shows.
My body accumulates fat in certain areas.
It’s how my body is.
Those areas include my chest.

Ever since I was young,
I’d always worry about going to the beach,
Or a swimming pool.
I’d feel anxious,
That everyone would focus on the size of my chest,
Which is relatively big for a man.
I’m usually on the verge of a breakdown,
Whenever I go shopping for clothes.
It’s difficult for me to find shirts or t-shirts,
That don’t reveal how big my chest is.

I used to wear tight undergarments,
To hide it.
When I decided to stop wearing them,
People started bothering me more.
There are a lot of people,
Who’ll playfully grab one of my breasts,
Because they’re obvious and they can see them.
They’d grope them,
Or tickle them.
I’d smile,
And laugh sometimes,
Then I’d go look at myself in the mirror,
To see if they got any bigger or not.

Someone just told me,
“Your weight doesn’t change, man.
It’s only your chest that keeps getting bigger.”
Then there are my cousins,
Some of whom would playfully grab my breasts,
And others who’d ask me,
“Can you breastfeed?”

The problem is not only with the people who think it’s okay to touch me,
Or comment on my body.
The problem is that some of them are also subjected to jokes about their bodies and sizes.
I always try to tell people how beautiful their bodies are,
And how beautiful they look.
I try to encourage them to love themselves,
And not to change anything in attempt to please those around them.
I wish I could tell myself that,
And actually believe it.