Largest organs we as humans possess, my body is covered in skin. I know that’s not news to you but it’s new to me. When noticing things about myself, I’ll admit my skin is not where I begin.

But others do.

And it wasn’t long before I did too.

“It’s good skin” I tell myself, trying not to forget.

The things in my head are not conveyed through my skin, so I didn’t understand why people so hung up over something so juvenile, at least I didn’t yet.

See as a child the taunts didn’t offend me, until I found out it was supposed to. I had a set of things not to say so I didn’t become their stereotype, styles to wear my hair so it resembled my lighter classmates. I wish I had told myself:

“It’s not skin deep” That way my reflection in the mirror would not taunt me and say

“Oh what will you do?” but to say instead

“I love you too”