“I’m embarrassed to say you’re my daughter.”
Ever since I was 10 years old,
I’ve received criticism from everyone because of my weight,
Especially from my father.
“You’re fat. If you looked good,
You would have been married to a decent guy by now.”
“I’m embarrassed to be seen with you.”

I’ve been living like this for 30 years,
And I’m not even fat.
When we see each other after a long time,
Before he even greets me,
He makes sure to tell me I’ve gained weight,
In addition to other criticisms.

I’ve given up up on ever being okay with how I look,
And that kills me.
People tell me I look nice the way I am,
And I’d look even nicer if I lost weight,
But I’ve already given up hope.

I’ve stopped caring,
Brushing my hair,
Or dressing neatly.
Because, like they say at home, “What’s the point?”

I’m tired.
My weight embarasses me,
And it feels like it prevents me from living my life,
Accepting myself,
And being happy.

If my father loved me,
I would have been able to love myself.
But I only received criticism.
I know I’m fat,
And all attempts to lose weight have failed;
I don’t need anyone reminding me.

Parents should thank God that their children are healthy,
And that they can speak, walk, and don’t have any disabilities,
Or speech impediments.
I look forward to the day,
When he sees me without saying what he always says:
“I know I shouldn’t say this,
But you’ve gained a lot of weight.”