.....And I can't scream it with them.

Here I am standing on the bleachers and the crowd is yelling AIR BALL AIR BALL AIR BALL AIR BALL and TWO FACE TWO FACE TWO FACE TWO FACE and I can't scream it with them. I picture that kids face in my head as he walks back to the bench held low and droplets climbing out of the corner of his eyes and I can't scream at him. "It's just sports game". But he's not just a basketball player. He's not just a basketball player.


What kind of high school student am I?


I'm not supposed to care about the other teams feelings.


I'm not supposed to care about hearts and emotions.


I should care about that twitter page designed by a bully.


I should gossip about her messy hair and beat up sweats.


I should judge, judge, judge.




But, I feel so guilty every time I do.


I care so much about peoples feelings.


The more I write the more I see the real me.


I'm me. I'm so me.


I think I'm pretty cute and I get really mad when girls think they can't say that about themselves.


I don't put up with mean people.


I like how much I weigh and I'm almost way to comfortable alone.


I get so mad over bullying.


I think you would too if almost everyday of your childhood was spent cheering up your sister because someone made fun of her weight again.


Because when someone is having a hard day I think back to hugging my sister and telling her how beautiful she is and asking God why it was her and not me.


So here I am on the bleachers and I can't scream.


Because he's not just a basketball player and she's more than her weight.


So forgive me Michelle Obama. I don't think obesity is the biggest problem in America.

I don't think wheat noodles and Kale chips can make my sisters tears stop.


So before you judge another person think beyond them please.


There is something amazing about everyone and it's your choice whether you see that part of them.