Look at the person who stands before you.

Tell me,

What do you see?

You see the person’s eyes, gleaming from the light. 
You see the person’s smile, stretching across her face. 
She is as normal as you are, living her life as you live.
 

But there is something about her,

She is different.

She is heavier than the others

She is quieter than the others

 

She
Remains by herself

Stays away from you

From us

 

You question why

But do you care?

No.

 

She is heavy, look at the rolls on her body

She is weird, look at her sit by herself

Look at her.

 

You belittle her with mockery of her actions

With gestures that portray her weight

You make your friends laugh as you laugh

 

She sees you,

And you see her.

Her eyes lock into yours

And yours lock into hers.

 

She looks away.

 

Now, your friends are gone.

Now, she is gone.

You feel her eyes on you, but she is not there.
But that’s alright.

Why do you care?

 

She died long ago.

 

Friend, can I ask you…

Or can I tell you…

That

You cry at the thought of children dying

You cry at the thought of your friends being hurt

You cry at the thought of others being ridiculed

Friend, can I tell you…

Or can I ask you…

 

Why is it that this girl is different?

She is heavy, yes

She is reclusive, yes

But is she different from those whom you pitied?

You,

My dear friend and comrade,

are shaped by a society that believes

wrong is right.

Friend, have you ever thought

inclusiveness is courage?

 

Only her thoughts speak to her

Only her consciousness destroys her

Or makes her

Only her thoughts protect her,

From us

From this treacherous innocuous world

Filled with us.

But can you see?

Even her thoughts betrayed her.

 

Friend,

Heaviness is human beauty all in itself

She is a human, not a figurine to be put on display

The curves of her body,

The plumpness of her face

They are all beautiful.

 

This body of hers,

That is filled with curves

And filled with scars,

Is the body of an angel.

 

And our bodies,

Our eyes, our whispers, our tears and our smiles,

They are all a devil’s toy

We, my friends and my comrades,

Are devils

Who destroy the beauty in this world.

 

As devils,

We do not have the credibility to do what we do unto those like her

Who tolerate and survive despite our bullets of fire

 

We, friends, are worthy of death,

While she

This magnificent angel,

Is worthy of life.