I always asked myself, who am I?
I always answer with, you are a sixteen year old, hispanic guy.
You are like every human being and that’s all.
However, emotions are your biggest downfall.
But then the question is still there, what really defines that guy looking back at me in the mirror.

It begins with me as a little boy.
Skinny, funny, adventurous and playing with my stupid toys
My mom always screamed for me to come and eat
But I always said, Mom, I have no time to fill my stomach with unnecessary meat.

Time flies by, and middle school comes around.
I spin in circles, but there is no one to be found.
The only thing that was there for me, was my mom’s unnecessary meat.
I never had the urge back then, until it started when I was ten.
I needed someone more than ever, but the world always said “HA, good look, never”

The unnecessary meat was my best friend
When I was bored, I ate
When I was tired, I ate
When I was happy, I ate
When I was sad, I ate
Pretty soon all emotions started feeling the same
And the unnecessary meat was there for me to thank, since it was my best friend.

1 pound, 2 pound, 3 pound, 4
I became the size of an extremely big boar
5 pound, 6 pound, 7 pound more
My best friend was there for me and that’s all I cared for
8 pound, 9 pound, 10
Everyone took away my best friend

I was left all alone once again, except for the sixteen year old fat man.
He stared at me with such disappointment, accusing me of all his insecurities
I was so scared to look at this sixteen year old man because every feature he had, I had.
I am a sixteen year old, hispanic male
But so was he, we were both the same person, the same male

11 pound, 12 pound, 100 pound more
I am this man, but he isn’t staring at me anymore
There I was all alone, with broken glass spread all around my room.