My body started looking different when I hit puberty.
I started getting comments from the people around me.
About the weight I gained,
And humiliating and disgusting comments about different parts of my body.

Their words got to me,
And I started dressing in long black clothing all the time,
Because I didn’t want anyone from my family,
Or people on the street,
To bother me.

I still get comments.
There are certain things I’ll never forget.
What’s really sad,
Is that people still think making comments about a person’s body is funny.
They think they’re entitled to give their opinions about my body.

I’ve, unfortunately, become like them.
Sometimes, I try to stop myself,
And try not to make the same kind of comments about someone else,
But I, sadly, make the same disgusting remarks sometimes.
I’m trying to teach myself to accept differences,
Even though I was never taught to do so.

But something good that’s come out of all of this,
Is that, with time, I’ve learned to love my body.
I’ve started seeing the beauty in it.
I’ve started wearing things I like,
Disregarding other people’s opinions.
Because, it’s like I said, it’s my body, not theirs.
If it were theirs, they could say what they please.