My mother says that I came out like superman,

With one arm forward.

From the second of birth I was defiant.

Never being the girl who takes it,

From anyone.

 

Throughout highschool I let people wear me down.

Their looks were silent torments,

stabbing me with judgement.

I knew that I was diffferent,

but I still had feelings.

 

I decided that it had been enough,

I had to love myself for who I was.

I was big, and beautiful, and smart.

If no one loved me,

I would love myself. 

 

I've always been bigger than my peers,

Whether it be in length or width.

Though I once despised my shoulders and hips,

I've learned to love every curve and dip

of my body that is so wonderfully made.

 

So if you are the bully or the bullied,

listen to these words.

Respect what is theirs,

Respect what is yours,

and love every one the same.