When I say, you say.

When I say, "I am broken", you say "I can fix you". When I say, "I am fat", you say "you're beautiful". When I say, "I don't belong here", you say "everyone feels that way". So now I sit and wonder, why must I be fixed? Why can I not feel fat and be beautiful? Why can't I be both? Why can't I wallow in my own misery, clinging to the idea that I am the problem? Why do you have to try to convince me that everything is going. To. Be. Okay? You don't know me. And that is why you think you can fix me.