I used to get bullied for being fat.
Everywhere I looked there was someone
someone who would be so mean and ask me
"You want some chicken with them rolls?"
I never really fought back
because their remarks would beat me till i'm numb.
Just a few words would make me surrender
to the kings and queens of skinny populars.
I would come home with a blue face
walking into my room and look at myself.
I was filled with disgust as I couldn't even lift up my school shirt.
Why am I so fat? How come God made me so ugly?
I tell myself as I torture myself with bruises and cuts.
I felt like I wanted to die.
My mirror was reflecting the light in the room
sending me a signal that I am not ugly
I am not fat.
I am beautiful in my own way.
Now that I look at the other teens around me
I remind myself that I am flawless.
I am invincible. I am phenomenal.
And I am...