What About Me? Poem by Haley Brown

What about me?
Am I really the short, fat, ugly girl
They always laugh at?
Or, the skinny, average pretty girl
Everyone is friends with?
What about me?
My feelings?

When I am short, fat, and ugly,
I am bulimic. I cut my arms.
I just want to be accepted for me.
I hurt myself day after day,
Hoping that someone will say everything will be okay.

But when I am skinny, average, and pretty,
My whole world changes. Switches gears.
I am accepted. But why, because my body?

Why is it you have to be a certain way to be accepted?
I just sometimes wish, we were all the same.
We would no longer have any problems.
No fussing. No arguing.
Everyone to get along.

I found someone who accepts me.
Whom explains,
That is doesn't matter if you are:
Ugly,
Pretty,
Fat,
Skinny,
Short, or
Average.
It only matters about the inside,

I learn more and more from this person
As each day passes by.
It doesn't matter what,
But its something.

Still, I don't know what I am.
Am I short, fat and ugly? Or,
Am I average, skinny and pretty?
Maybe, I am something that cannnot be described.

What I do know is,
I am a person.
My skin and body may be different,
But we all,
Meaning ALL,
Bleed red.

This person understands,
And she listens.
She is my role modle.
The one I want to be.
She knows me. The real me.
But what about me? My feelings?
Does anybody else care?