I will never understand.

Not ever.

I will never understand why everything I put into my body, or onto it, is what defines me.

Oh, wait, no!

I understand.

I understand perfectly.

I can speak, I can yell.

But people will always value their sight more than anything.

ANYTHING!

I am an image of the public.

I am an image of the world.

I must portray myself as part of a unit.

No!

No!

No!

I am the unit.

My body.

My mind.

My heart.

My soul.

My voice.

Everything about me has value.

Value which I give it.

I will never understand.

Wait! Yes!

I understand.

by Zara Yasmine, Year 10