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Someone needs
to see who
I really am,
instead of
judging
what I look like,
and how they
think I am.
I get sick
of it.
I really do.
Get tired of
them laughing
when my shirt
rides up
and lays my stomach
bare, exposing
the ugly truth
of being fat.
Stop trying
not to stare
when we talk
about obesity
in science
class.
Stop being
"nice" to me
and then laughing
about it
with their friends
afterwards.
Someone needs
to look at me
and say
"I can see you.
I know you."
instead of just
bumping into me
in the hallway
and make fat jokes.
Someone needs
to understand
what I'm going through.
It's not like
with my mom,
because she was
skinny once.
She had someone
fall in love
with her.
I have always
been fat.
I may always
be fat.
And no one
will ever fall
in love with me.
No one will ever know
the me that's under
all these pounds.
Because
no one cares
what's inside
if they don't like
what's outside
first.
- Pounded Down
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Simpson Young Writers Conference's Space
Middle school students from central Iowa.