Felix, your face looks suddenly so chubby.

Felix, what happened to your face?

You look different somehow.

Did you gain fat?

Yeah, and what if I did?

Why do you always have to comment on my body?

I feel more comfortable like this.

With my face not so sharp, but a bit rounder.

It's how I am.

Who I am.

Let me be.

Leave me alone.

Please.

It's already hard enough accepting myself.

Yet I don't say that.

I can't tell them that.

So instead, I make a diet.

Go to the gym.

Regain my un-chubby angular face.

So that they're happy.

If that's what they want.

I don't have the strength to disobey them.

Who cares if I'm healthy.

Who cares if I'm comfortable.

As long as I look how they want me to.

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