Prologue:
With permission, my response to a poem written by a friend to all here on Stories Space.
This Is Me: by wildrose_girl.

My hairs too long, my body too short.
You have what was given you, by the genetics' court.

When I laugh really hard, sometime I snort.
I hope one day, to hear you laugh and snort.

My belly too round, my backside too wide.
What should it matter? Stand fast with pride.

No matter what I do I can never hide.
You are the perfect you, why would you want to hide?

Touch my toes? What a silly dream.
I have trouble doing this myself, makes me scream.

I’m big enough to be a one man team.
Always supporting everyone, making their faces beam.

My clothes are a few sizes over big.
Fashion designers can use you for their guinea pig.

I’m built like a tree, not like a twig.
Strong and flexible always up for a jig.

Of me, others make jokes and tease.
They should not prejudge, don't they know? geez!

I have feelings, be gentle please.
Yes just like everyone, let me give you a gentle squeeze.

I know you don’t mean to make me cry.
Walking awhile in your shoes, would let them know why.

But when I do, don’t ask me why.
Accepting all for who they are, dry your tears, don't cry.

I’ll stand with my friends, and be strong.
Yes you forever do, always singing a lovely song.

Being true to my self, can never be wrong.
Sometimes a hard thing to do, continue being strong.

No I won’t ever be perfect, as you can see.
Yes, perfect you are, I am proud to have a friend like thee.

But, I will always be the very best at being me.
By not knowing the real you, they are missing out, I decree.

Stay true to yourself, don't let the bigots' looks and glances, any longer torture.
With a heart as big as all outdoors, your cloths really need to be 100 sizes larger.