A thousand lies fell from my lips before I was old enough to vote.
I lied about you to my friends, I lied to my friends about you. I lied about my age. I treated the world like my stage.. and I pretended that nobody noticed the cracks in my sidewalk.
It was to cover the thing I was so shamed by- the things, the many of them that I did not like to look at.
Growing up and forever being fat.
That my mother really doesn’t like me. That my mother really didn’t want me. That her words offered little comfort, that the sound of her raised voice makes grown men contort.
That she was so very hard.
I was so soft bellied, soft hearted, big hearted. Exposed nerves and senses of justice. No experience in your real world.
Just a few bewildering experiences with little boys, and I mean stupid boys, and boys who wore their pants too big around their hips, boys who stared at my tits and licked their fish lips.