The unsolicited advice on weight loss. the constant asking about my hair. the telling me I was pretty when I had it tied. the questioning of my clothes. I mistook all the signs for care. I mistook it all for love. you kept telling me to not be so loud. like anything about me was ever silent. the truth was you never liked me. I was overweight, I only wore black. from where you were standing I must have looked like a punching bag. 

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