I know you care about the models on TV.
I know you care about the jeans and the shirts they’re wearing.
I know you stare, wanting, if not jealous to the people you stare at.
I know you like the ads.
I know how you look at people, and say, hey, you're ugly.
I know appearance is beauty and beauty is appealing.
I know you.
I know you.
But don’t mind me.
Don't look at me that way.
My body is my business.
Stop staring.
Stop looking.
Stop paying attention,
to the scars, marks, and the cuts
on my wrists.
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