A bulge of the skin but what was that layer of extra fat, the one that couldn't be concealed under the sway of my clothes. Was that my entire being that could be broken down into words ugly, fat, too thin, unhealthy. Was I nothing more to them than the parts of my sum? I'll never forget the labels you gave me. But nothing in the world can reduce the beauty that I see within me. Your indignant act of spouting words of humiliation doesn't define me, it defines you.