Here I am. Standing five foot three and most definitely over-weight. Here I am. Wondering when it became such a crime to be overweight and still feel confident about myself. Here I am forcing myself to eat a meal a day and drink nothing but water, yet I step on the scale and feel so unsatisfied.

There she is. Standing six foot two and most definitely underweight. She always eats and never gains. She makes a comment about it to her friend, but the friend just scoffs and says "that must be so hard for you." She is constantly told that her body is "goals" and "perfect", but she longs to have some curves.

There he is. Standing five foot one and most definitely a short guy. He is constantly made fun of because of his height and fears that he'll never grow. All of his friends joke around with him and say he "needs to find someone his own size." There he is, wondering when it became such a crime for the guy to be shorter than the girl, as if it has anything to do with who he is as a man.

Here we are. The misfits. The broken. The lost. The forgotten. Here we are, questioning our sanity, all because the words of someone else have affected who we are. Here we are, making a decision. A decision to break the stereotypes. Here we are, ready to show the world that it is OK to be overweight, it is OK to be skinny, it is OK to be short, it is OK to be who we are.

Here we are. Standing tall. Deciding that who we are is enough. Who we are is beautiful, confident, strong. Here we are fighting the stereotypes and kicking them to the curb. Here we are accepting ourselves, and choosing not to care what the others say.

You don't have to respect us. You don't have to like us. However, we aren't going anywhere. We are done trying so hard to fit into a place that wants to reject us. We are the misfits, the broken, the lost, and the forgotten, but we are not quitters.

Here we are.