I am only me

Society's image of individuality is there is none. We must all conform, bow down, be suppressed. To speak out against this oppression is to wage a war against the idea that all men are created equal. That we are not, I am not equal to you, you are not equal to me, I am myself never to be you. I am a soldier in the war against one mind, one body, one. I was born of the melting pot, forged from the fires of nations, strengthened by the voices of the oppressed. You, I will never be. I am only me.

My battle scars are plenty, my wounds deep, size 8 models telling me how I should eat. Who are you to judge me? I love my size 12 feet. You look at me and cringe. You say I'm going to die early, you call me obese. Me I'm just a beautiful young woman. There is just more of me to see. I will not binge, I will not purge, anorexia was never for me. My skin is brown, my hair is nappy, it is glorious to be me.

People judge people based on the physical. Why? What is so wrong with being different? By judging people solely on their looks, we risk inviting the devil into our playground and passing on our blessings.