This is how I feel...
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This is for people who are "overweight"
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Got up today,
made myself some breakfast.
Got in the shower
Looked at my body,
Saw what everyone else sees.
My belly is too big,
I tell myself
"I'm ugly"
I cry a little inside.
I put on my shirt
saw the XL on the tag.
I went to school,
watched people look at me.
Its not fair you know.
I am unable to exercise,
my asthma has almost taken my life from doing so
*twice*
I wish people would see
my pants size represents my heart,
not your superiority.
If I wear a size 27,
my heart is 27,
and you where a size two.........
I wish people would look at my eyes,
not at my waist,
and look at who I am,
not what I  look like.
I am a great person,
I do not like being called fat.
Fantastic,
Awesome ,
Terrific
person,
is who I am
I am not fat,
I am human.
Respect me.
Despite what you think,
I can kiss
I can love
I can feel
I am a person,
who has desires.
I am not fat,
No
I am a person.
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No one is overweight.
That is not what maters.
People need to open their mind
before their mouth.
So many magazines exploit people,
society being the same.
People judge others
by what they look like.
That is so ******.
Love the person for who they are
and NOT by what they look like

Stop telling me I need a savior.
I stopped believing a long time ago.
Stop telling me someone will deliver me,
I been waiting for my hell to end
Stop telling me I am loved
If he did love me, I would not know abuse
Stop telling me that prayer is the answer
I have prayed my life away
Stop telling me this life is planned
why would god plan for me to feel so inhuman?
Stop telling me it is in God's hands
If so, his hands are full of sin
Please, for the love of god
stop
trying to make it okay by using *God

her beauty
captures my heart
the most beautiful part
is not her body
but her smile.
Not her curves,
but her spirit.
She is perfect.
Everything about her is.
Sometimes,
it is not the makeup that shows beauty,
but the spirit and the will to keep going.
Her beauty captivates me.
Her soul gives me rest.
It is not about what she has,
not her *******
not her ***
not her hips
but her laugh,
her smile,
her thoughts.
I love her
*I do

they expect you
to take the pain
They expect you
not to care about injustice
They want you
to accept blood
They want you to let them hit you,
and take it "like a man"
But they don't want you
to fight back
When we cry,
"shush child"
"shut the **** up, boy"
I hate those people.
I hate the parents
who hit their children
For fun.
Punishment is one thing,
cruelty is another.
So,
Shush, father
*you had this coming.

Everybody is waiting.
Waiting for the rain
Waiting for the sun
waiting for family.
I am waiting, too
waiting to get away,
to finally live happy,
have no fear,
and to be who I was always meant to be.
I am waiting to be loved,
loved like no one ever has.
I am waiting for an opportunity.
An opportunity to break free,
and tell him how I really feel
I am waiting for the wind,
the wind to take me away,
and to take me somewhere free
I am waiting,
what are you waiting for?

worry fills my heart,
my soul,
my mind.
She was hit again,
god, what is wrong with her father?
How could someone hit,
such a good person.
How could someone abuse
the human not matched.
She holds the blade.
please, i love you, please
She stares at the screen.
I am scared for you.
Put the blade down, ***.
For me
Just keep holding. on.
That blade has no right to touch you.
I am worried for you,
do not do this
*please